From That House There Has Come So

The Melting-pot Idea Is Futile ... The Brew In A Melting Pot Is Always Boiling Over.

The Head Raised Too High Even In Good Will Be Struck Off Too Soon.

Add To This Cruelly Delicate Organism The Overpowering Necessity To Create, Create, Create - So That Without The Creating Of Music Or Poetry Or Books Or Buildings Or Something Of Meaning, His Very Breath Is Cut Off From Him. He Must Create, Must Pour Out Creation. By Some Strange, Unknown, Inward Urgency He Is Not Really Alive Unless He Is Creating.

It Is Good To Know Our Universe. What Is New Is Only New To Us.

Vermont Is A Country Unto Itself.