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.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Didacticism is the death of art.

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...

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

It's funny, how one can look back on a sorrow one thought one might well die of at the time, and know that one had not yet reckoned the tenth part of true grief.

Perfume counters in department stores, Holly Deblin smells of, the middle of July, and cinnamon Tic Tacs.

How to manage a project: Limit it in scope. Make it simple. Get success. Then iterate.

I love the feeling of being anonymous in a city I've never been before.

Keep up appearances; there lies the test. The world will give thee credit for the rest.

If you stay in the attention you are in, then you can predict everything that will happen to you for the rest of your life.

Britain does not want a return to boom and bust.

The caged eagle become a metaphor for all forms of isolation, the ultimate in imprisonment. A zoo is prison.

All agreed that the sensation of coasting on the air was delightful.

Everything in this life is only a glimpse of the real thing. Love, beauty, pleasure, even pain in its true essence is only in the next.