Babies are unreasonable; they expect far too much of existence. Each new generation that comes takes one look at the world, thinks wildly, "Is this all they've done to it?" and bursts into tears.
Clarence DayThe artistic impulse seems not to wish to produce finished work. It certainly deserts us half-way, after the idea is born; and if we go on, it is labor.
Clarence DayWhen eras die, their legacies Are left to strange police. Professors in New England guard The glory that was Greece.
Clarence Day