I respect not his labors, his farm where everything has its price, who would carry the landscape, who would carry his God, to mark...et, if he could get anything for him; who goes to market for his god as it is; on whose farm nothing grows free, whose fields bear no crops, whose meadows no flowers, whose trees no fruit, but dollars; who loves not the beauty of his fruits, whose fruits are not ripe for him till they are turned to dollars. Give me the poverty that enjoys true wealth.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
It is where life is fundamental and free that men develop the vision needed to reveal the human soul in the blossoms it puts forth....... In a great workshop like Chicago this creative power germinates, even though the brutality and selfish preoccupation of the place drive it elsewhere for bread. Men of this type have loved Chicago, have worked for her, and believed in her. The hardest thing they have to bear is her shame. These men could live and work here when to live and work in New York would stifle their genius and fill their purse.... New York still believes that art should be imported; brought over in ships; and is a quite contented market place. So while New York has reproduced much and produced nothing, Chicago's achievements in architecture have gained world-wide recognition as a distinctively American architecture.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Is it not the chief disgrace in the world, not to be an unit;Mnot to be reckoned one character;Mnot to yield that peculiar fruit w...hich each man was created to bear, but to be reckoned in the gross, in the hundred, or the thousand, of the party, the section, to which we belong; and our opinion predicted geographically, as the north, or the south?LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The world is everything that happens to Be true. The stars at night seem to suggest... The shapes of what might be. If it were best, Even, to have it there (such a great bear! All hung with stars!), there still would be no bear.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Come unto these yellow sands, And then take hands.... Curtsied when you have and kissed The wild waves whist, Foot it featly here and there; And, sweet sprites, the burden bear.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »