So The Lover Must Struggle For Words.

It Is Self-evident That St. Louis Affected Me More Deeply Than Any Other Environment Has Ever Done. I Feel That There Is Something In Having Passed One's Childhood Beside The Big River, Which Is Incommunicable To Those People Who Have Not. I Consider Myself Fortunate To Have Been Born Here, Rather Than In Boston, Or New York, Or London.

Art Never Improves, But... The Material Of Art Is Never Quite The Same.

A People Without History Is Not Redeemed From Time, For History Is A Pattern Of Timeless Moments.

If Time And Space, As Sages Say, Are Things Which Cannot Be, The Sun Which Does Not Feel Decay No Greater Is Than We. So Why, Love, Should We Ever Pray To Live A Century? The Butterfly That Lives A Day Has Lived Eternity.

The Historical Sense Involves A Perception, Not Only Of The Pastness Of The Past, But Of Its Presence