Even A Room Which Must

All Material In Nature, The Mountains And The Streams And The Air And We, Are Made Of Light Which Has Been Spent, And This Crumpled Mass Called Material Casts A Shadow, And The Shadow Belongs To Light.

Even A Room Which Must Be Dark Needs At Least A Crack Of Light To Know How Dark It Is.

In A Small Room One Does Not Say What One Would In A Large Room.

The Sun Never Knew How Great It Was Until It Hit The Side Of A Building.

You Say To A Brick, 'what Do You Want, Brick?' And Brick Says To You, 'i Like An Arch.' And You Say To Brick, 'look, I Want One, Too, But Arches Are Expensive And I Can Use A Concrete Lintel.' And Then You Say: 'what Do You Think Of That, Brick?' Brick Says: 'i Like An Arch.'