I am profoundly in the D's - discouraged, depressed, disheartened, disgusted.

Willow trees are kind, Dear God. They will not bear a body on their limbs.

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.

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.

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.