Joseph Gilbert, The eternal quest (1942)
“ The machines have taken over and there is no longer anything left—only the bare drabness of day after futile, empty day for all our lives. Some feel these things more than others, and the idealist, the dreamer, have suffered in this age more than any other person can conceive. We feel so much, so very, very much, and we long so hard for the little, insignificant things that make up beauty—for beauty is our life."The wind outside sang a song of other days, of laughter and beauty, and the glorious fortress of mental and physical perfection that had been here. ”
