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.
It's punishment to be compelled to do what one doesn't wish.
I am profoundly in the D's - discouraged, depressed, disheartened, disgusted.
Didacticism is the death of art.
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.