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...
Every new fad or fashion at once has its denouncers from the pulpit, platform, professor's chair.
It's punishment to be compelled to do what one doesn't wish.
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.
Willow trees are kind, Dear God. They will not bear a body on their limbs.