Frank Lloyd Wright Quotes
Can It Be That The Ultimate Chapter Of This New Era Of Democratic Freedom Is Going To Be Deformed By This Growing Drift Toward Conformity Encouraged By Politics And Sentimental Education? If So Then By What Name Shall Our National American Character Be Justly Called? Doomed To Beget Only Curiosities Or Monstrosities In Art, Architecture And Religion By Artists Predominant Chiefly By Compliance With Commercial Expediency?
Machine Standardization Is Apparently Growing To Mean Little That Is Inspiring To The Human Spirit. We See The American Workman Himself Becoming The Prey Of Gangsterism Made Official. Everything As Now Professionalized, In Time Dies Spiritually. Must The Innate Beauty Of American Life Succumb Or Be Destroyed? Can We Save Truth As Beauty And Beauty As Truth In Our Country Only If Truth Becomes The Chief Concern Of Our Serious Citizens And Their Artists, Architects And Men Of Religion, Independent Of Established Authority?
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