Along the iron veins that traverse the frame of our country, beat and flow the fiery pulses of its exertion, hotter and faster every hour. All vitality is concentrated through those throbbing arteries into the central cities; the country is passed over like a green sea by narrow bridges, and we are thrown back in continually closer crowds on the city gates.
John RuskinAll that is good in art is the expression of one soul talking to another, and is precious according to the greatness of the soul that utters it.
John Ruskin