I had not thought of violets of late, The wild, shy kind that springs beneath you feet In wistful April days..

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

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

Didacticism is the death of art..

Willow trees are kind, Dear God. They will not bear a body on their limbs..

Picturesqueness is a lost art. We may expect at anytime to hear that a collar ad is blazing its electric lights atop of the largest pyramid..

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 ….

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

Every new fad or fashion at once has its denouncers from the pulpit, platform, professor's chair..

It's punishment to be compelled to do what one doesn't wish..

Blue. My God! I'm so blue that if I were a dog, I'd sit on my haunches and howl and howl and howl....