Didacticism is the death of art.
Every new fad or fashion at once has its denouncers from the pulpit, platform, professor's chair.
Nothing will do me any good unless I learn to control this body of mine.
The rainbow is elusive, and its colors but the illumination of tears.
Blue. My God! I'm so blue that if I were a dog, I'd sit on my haunches and howl and howl and howl...
I am profoundly in the D's - discouraged, depressed, disheartened, disgusted.