The supreme question about a work of art is out of how deep a life does it spring.
All Moanday, Tearday, Wailsday, Thumpsday, Frightday, Shatterday.
Places remember events.
In the particular is contained the universal.
Full many a flower is born to blush unseen.
When a man is born...there are nets flung at it to hold it back from flight. You talk to me of nationality, language, religion. I shall try to fly by those nets.