It's punishment to be compelled to do what one doesn't wish.
Picturesqueness is a lost art. We may expect at anytime to hear that a collar ad is blazing its electric lights atop of the largest pyramid.
The rainbow is elusive, and its colors but the illumination of tears.
Willow trees are kind, Dear God. They will not bear a body on their limbs.
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.