Air, food, shelter, clothing and water are the means of life. Yet, next to the love of God and others, it is art that we live for. Sacred art exults the soul. It gives hope to the hopeless. It confirms… — John Lars Zwerenz Copy Share Image
All the unearned suffering that we endure here on earth is turned into gold in paradise. — John Lars Zwerenz Copy Share Image
Since love is quintessentially unspeakably glorious, all that remains at the end of one's life is the glorious. — John Lars Zwerenz Copy Share Image
Love is eternal. Everything that is not of love, in the end, shall perish. — John Lars Zwerenz Copy Share Image
Air, food, shelter, clothing and water are the means of life. Yet, next to the love of God and others, it is art that… — John Lars Zwerenz Copy Share Image
There is music in silence, and in silence one finds the truth. So if you seek the truth, spend time alone with God, in… — John Lars Zwerenz Copy Share Image
If all human beings knew the extent of the ineffable happiness we are all destined for, despite the existence of innumerable evils which appear… — John Lars Zwerenz Copy Share Image
Prejudice by its very nature is a faulted perception of reality. The prejudiced person will always be playing a roulette wheel with the truth.… — John Lars Zwerenz Copy Share Image
To love is to will the good of another. And one must love God before all else. This is the answer to all of… — John Lars Zwerenz Copy Share Image
What we need most now as Americans is forbearance and tolerance of our fellow citizens who hold views opposite or different than our own.… — John Lars Zwerenz Copy Share Image
Although I know that there is ultimately greater glory in suffering than in joy, it is joy that sustains us. It is in the… — John Lars Zwerenz Copy Share Image
ON WATERGATE: The reluctant cover up of a third rate burglary which President Nixon new nothing about until after the debacle brought down an… — John Lars Zwerenz Copy Share Image
The road of excess leads to the palace of wisdom, as William Blake said. Yet only if it is the excess of love, loving… — John Lars Zwerenz Copy Share Image
