The baby romped on my lap like a short stout salmon.

One cannot revoke a true happiness.

I wish I could write librettos for the rest of my life. It is the purest of human pleasures, a heavenly hermaphroditism of being both writer and musician. No wonder that selfish beast Wagner kept it all to himself.

And another day is tucked under my wing.

no one wants to be praised for possibilities when one has submitted performances.

[John Craske] painted like a man giving witness under oath to a wild story.

Those who spend their strength in field and factory would rather hear that their emancipation is bound to come than that it is something to be hazardously purchased by struggle and sacrifice.