Didacticism is the death of art.

I am profoundly in the D's - discouraged, depressed, disheartened, disgusted.

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...

Willow trees are kind, Dear God. They will not bear a body on their limbs.

The rainbow is elusive, and its colors but the illumination of tears.

Nothing will do me any good unless I learn to control this body of mine.

Didacticism is the death of art.