My last night before sailing, and I was taken to dine on a roof in
Brooklyn. It was the roof of a hotel, and it was very cleverly made
to look like the deck of a ship. From that deck one had a most superb
view of one bit of New York--a monumental group of buildings which
included the Woolworth Tower and seemed to rise up out of the sea. In
the distance was the Statue of Liberty holding up her torch for the
ships at sea. We watched the sun set behind the tall buildings, and
the lights and shadows seemed to produce a cubistic picture. But I
was silenced by so much beauty. Is it my artist eyes, I wonder, that
make me so appreciative of the world? How strange that the Earth is
always beautiful, and Man’s buildings sometimes are, especially with
surroundings and background of color and light and shade. It is only
in the human mind and the human body that God seems to have failed
sometimes.