That Is Happiness; To Be

Too Much Information Is Rather Deadening.

Art, It Seems To Me, Should Simplify Finding What Conventions Of Form And What Detail One Can Do Without And Yet Preserve The Spirit Of The Whole - So That All That One Has Suppressed And Cut Away Is There To The Reader's Consciousness As Much As If It Were In Type On The Page.

The Two Friends Stood For A Few Moments On The Windy Street Corner, Not Speaking A Word, As Two Travelers, Who Have Lost Their Way, Sometimes Stand And Admit Their Perplexity In Silence. (o Pioneers!)

Oh, That's The Beauty Of The Rose, That It Blossoms And Dies.

Whatever Is Felt Upon The Page Without Being Specifically Named There — That, One Might Say, Is Created.