Elsewhere The Sky Is The Roof Of

New Things Are Always Ugly.

The Irregular And Intimate Quality Of Things Made Entirely By The Human Hand.

We Come And Go, But The Land Is Always Here. And The People Who Love It And Understand It Are The People Who Own It - For A Little While.

From The Time The Englishman's Bones Harden Into Bones At All, He Makes His Skeleton A Flagstaff, And He Early Plants His Feet Like One Who Is To Walk The World And The Decks Of All The Seas.

Money Is A Protection, A Cloak; It Can Buy One Quiet, And Some Sort Of Dignity.