The Tree Is A Slow, Enduring Force

Man Is, Above All, He Who Creates.

Perhaps Creativity Is Fumbling That Dance Step, Or Driving The Chisel The Wrong Way Into The Stone.

Action And Personal Happiness Have No Truck With Each Other; They Are Eternally At War.

Perfection Is Attained, Not When No More Can Be Added, But When No More Can Be Removed.

Only The Children Know What They Are Looking For. They Waste Their Time Over A Rag Doll And It Becomes Very Important To Them; And If Anybody Takes It Away From Them, They Cry.