“I have an artist’s love of order—order in the cosmic sense. It is disorderly to have children without families, disorderly to permit human beings to be lost. Disorder is destructive, the very composition is unhappy. It seems necessary for me to try to restore order and therefore composition, whether it be of a room or a life. This is happiness.”

From For Spacious Skies: Journey in Dialogue by Pearl S. Buck with Theodore F. Harris


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