There are those who say that when civilization progresses a bit further transportation facilities will move into the skies and under the ground, and that our streets will again be quiet, but I know perfectly well that when that day comes some new device for torturing the old will be invented.

And isn't it better really to leave things only hinted at?

The older we get the more we seem to think that everything was better in the past.

Were it not for shadows, there would be no beauty.

For a woman who lived in the dark it was enough if she had a faint, white face -a full body was unnecessary.

Yet for better or worse we love things that bear the marks of grime, soot, and weather, and we love the colors and the sheen that call to mind the past that made them.

There are those who say that when civilization progresses a bit further transportation facilities will move into the skies and under the ground, and that our streets will again be quiet, but I know perfectly well that when that day comes some new device for torturing the old will be invented.