Though she may never compose an epic or a tragic drama in five acts, the woman poet has a singular role and precarious destiny. And, at the moment, in a time lacking in truth and certainty and filled with anguish and despair, no woman should be shamefaced in attempting to give back to the world, through her work, a portion of its lost heart.
―Louise Bogan
"The Heart and the Lyre," essay (1947).
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portion of its lost heart
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form ever follows function
It is the pervading law of all things organic and inorganic, of all things physical and metaphysical, of all things human and all things superhuman, of all true manifestations of the head, of the heart, of the soul, that the life is recognizable in its expression, that form ever follows function. This is the law.
—Louis Sullivan, "The Tall Office Building Artistically Considered," Lippincott's Magazine (March 1896)
—Louis Sullivan, "The Tall Office Building Artistically Considered," Lippincott's Magazine (March 1896)
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