I miss North Carolina so much that... No, that is the wrong way of describing it: I do not merely ‘miss’ North Carolina. I ache for it. There is a difference.

To beautify the Earth is the supreme Art.

Beauty, and its pursuit, is sustaining.

All that really matters isto feel alive, if only for a single moment –to feel in Intense Sensationthat our existence is not an endless repetitionof sleeping, eating, drinking, and dressing.

Isn't it enough to be middle-aged and impeccably beautiful? Why must one be economically useful?