Some Say The World Will

I Dwell With A Strangely Aching Heart In That Vanished Abode There Far Apart

Any Work Of Art Must First Of All Tell A Story.

The Question That He Frames In All But Words Is What To Make Of A Diminished Thing.

What Is Done Is Done For The Love Of It- Or Not Really Done At All.

We Can Make A Little Order Where We Are, And Then The Big Sweep Of History On Which We Can Have No Effect Doesn't Overwhelm Us. We Do It With Colors, With A Garden, With The Furnishings Of A Room, Or With Sounds And Words. We Make A Little Form, And We Gain Composure.