There are two ways of spreading light: to be The candle or the mirror that reflects it. - Edith Wharton

Set wide the window. Let me drink the day. I loved light ever, light in eye and brain — No tapers mirrored in long palace floors, Nor dedicated depths of silent aisles, But just the common dusty wind-blown day That roofs earth's millions.

Another unsettling element in modern art is that common symptom of immaturity, the dread of doing what has been done before.

I swear I only want to hear about you, to know what you've been doing. It's a hundred years since we've met-it may be another hundred before we meet again.