He knows all about art, but he doesn't know what he likes. - James Thurber

Time lies frozen there. It's always Then. It's never Now.

But those rare souls whose spirit gets magically into the hearts of men, leave behind them something more real and warmly personal than bodily presence, an ineffable and eternal thing. It is everlasting life touching us as something more than a vague, recondite concept. The sound of a great name dies like an echo; the splendor of fame fades into nothing; but the grace of a fine spirit pervades the places through which it has passed, like the haunting loveliness of mignonette.

Humor and pathos, tears and laughter are, in the highest expression of human character and achievement, inseparable.