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.

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

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

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.

Didacticism is the death of art.

The rainbow is elusive, and its colors but the illumination of tears.