In The One Branch He Most Needed

The Virgin Filled So Enormous A Space In The Life And Thought Of The Time That One Stands Now Helpless Before The Mass Of Testimony To Her Direct Action And Constant Presence In Every Moment And Form Of The Illusion Which Men Thought They Thought Their Existence.

The Indian Summer Of Life Should Be A Little Sunny And A Little Sad, Like The Season, And Infinite In Wealth And Depth Of Tone, But Never Hustled.

As History Stands, It Is A Sort Of Chinese Play, Without End Andl Without Lesson. With These Impressions I Wrote The Last Line Of My History, Asking For A Round Century Before Going Further.

To My Fancy, One Looks Back On Life, It Has Only Two Responsibilities, Which Include All The Others: One Is The Bringing Of New Life Into Existence; The Other, Educating It After It Is Brought In. All Betrayals Of Trust Result From These Original Sins.

An Artist's Business Is Only To See.