Stories Are The Reproductive Organs Of Language.

In A World Rife With Unsolicited Messages, Typography Must Often Draw Attention To Itself Before It Will Be Read. Yet In Order To Be Read, It Must Relinquish The Attention It Has Drawn. Typography With Anything To Say Therefore Aspires To A Kind Of Statuesque Transparency. It's Other Traditional Goal Is Durability: Not Immunity To Change, But A Clear Superiority To Fashion. Typography At Its Best Is A Visual Form Of Language Linking Timelessness And Time.

Poetry, I'm Often Told, Is Something Made Of Words. I Think It Really Goes The Other Way Around: Words Are Made Of Poetry.

Typography Is The Craft Of Endowing Human Language With A Durable Visual Form, And Thus With An Independent Existence. Its Heartwood Is Calligraphy - The Dance, On A Tiny Stage, Of The Living, Speaking Hand - And Its Roots Reach Into Living Soil, Though Its Branches May Be Hung Each Year With New Machines. So Long As The Root Lives, Typography Remains A Source Of True Delight, True Knowledge, True Surprise.

Drop A Word In The Ocean Of Meaning And Concentric Ripples Form. To Define A Single Word Means To Try To Catch Those Ripples. No One’s Hands Are Fast Enough.

Space In Typography Is Like Time In Music. It Is Infinitely Divisible, But A Few Proportional Intervals Can Be Much More Useful Than A Limitless Choice Of Arbitrary Quantities.