So the storm passed and every one was happy.

The artist must possess the courageous soul that dares and defies

The past was nothing to her; offered no lesson which she was willing to heed. The future was a mystery which she never attempted to penetrate. The present alone was significant.

It is greater than the stars - that moving procession of human energy; greater than the palpitating earth and the things growing thereon.

Goodbye -- Because I love you.

The voice of the sea speaks to the soul. The touch of the sea is sensuous, enfolding the body in its soft, close embrace.

In the procession I should feel the crushing feet, the clashing discords, the ruthless hands and stifling breath. I could not hear the rhythm of the march.