“By some chance, here they are, all on this earth; and who shall ever tell the sorrow of being on this earth, lying, on quilts, on the grass, in a summer evening, among the sounds of night.”

“All over the city on the streets and walks and walls the children have established ancient, essential and ephemeral forms of art,… have set forth in chalk and crayon the names and images of their pride, love, preying, scorn, desire. And drawings, all over, of ships, homes, western heroes, and monsters which each strong effaces.”