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...
Nothing will do me any good unless I learn to control this body of mine.
In every race, in every nation, and in every clime in every period of history there is always an eager-eyed group of youthful patriots who seriously set themselves to right the wrongs done to their race or nation or . . . art or self-expression.
The rainbow is elusive, and its colors but the illumination of tears.
It's punishment to be compelled to do what one doesn't wish.
Every new fad or fashion at once has its denouncers from the pulpit, platform, professor's chair.