one never knows really how things are with other people, they just do always seem more spirited than oneself somehow.

The sea was angry that day my friend, like an old man trying to send back soup at a deli.

I'm alive today, therefore I'm just as much a part of our time as everybody else. The times will just have to enlarge themselves to make room for me, won't they, and for everybody else.

My Muse sits forlorn She wishes she had not been born She sits in the cold No word she says is ever told.

There can be no good art that is international. Art to be vigorous and gesund must use the material at hand.

I like food, I like stripping vegetables of their skins, I like to have a slim young parsnip under my knife.

This Englishwoman is so refined, She has no bosom and no behind.