Art, It Seems To Me, Should Simplify.

The Emptiness Was Intense, Like The Stillness In A Great Factory When The Machinery Stops Running.

Success Is Less Interesting Than Struggle. There Is Great Pleasure In The Effort.

A Soup Like This Is Not The Work Of One Man. It Is The Result Of A Constantly Refined Tradition. There Are Nearly A Thousand Years Of History In This Soup.

Thirty Or Forty Years Ago, In One Those Grey Towns Along The Burlington Railroad Which Are So Much Greyer To-day Than They Were Then, There Was A House Well Know From Omaha To Denver For Its Hospitality And For A Certain Charm Of Atmosphere.

How Terrible It Was To Love People When You Could Not Really Share Their Lives!