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...

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.

Every new fad or fashion at once has its denouncers from the pulpit, platform, professor's chair.

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.

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