Nothing will do me any good unless I learn to control this body of mine.
I am profoundly in the D's - discouraged, depressed, disheartened, disgusted.
Every new fad or fashion at once has its denouncers from the pulpit, platform, professor's chair.
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.
It's punishment to be compelled to do what one doesn't wish.
Willow trees are kind, Dear God. They will not bear a body on their limbs.