Nature Hates Calculators.

We Mark With Light In The Memory The Few Interviews We Have Had With Souls That Made Our Souls Wiser, That Spoke What We Thought, That Told Us What We Knew, That Gave Us Leave To Be What We Inly Are.

Commit A Crime, And The Earth Is Made Of Glass.

Line In Nature Is Not Found; Unit And Universe Are Round.

Perpetual Modernism Is The Measure Of Merit In Every Work Of Art.

A Few Strong Instincts And A Few Plain Rules Suffice Us