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

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.

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.

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...

Deep inside, you know it. You're trustworthy. Sadly, you may come across untrustworthy. What are robbing your credibility? Find and fix it!

The BFI exists to celebrate all poets of world cinema, of the past and present.

Better no marriage, than a marriage short of the best.

What you call types of mind are only mental ages.

It is not lost time to wait upon God!

I will to my dying day oppose with all the powers and faculties God has given me, all such instruments of slavery on the one hand, and villainy on the other, as this writ of assistance is.

What good are Greek, commentaries, insight, gift, and all the rest, if there is no heart for Christ?

Wha-what?" Her eyes fluttered open. "Nothing," I shouted. "We're being followed by a slaying machine. Go back to sleep.

This perfection must come through the practice of holiness and love.

When you finish work, practically everybody in that place is going to watch a movie at night anyway. They're tired. They have dinner. They go up to their room. They're watching TV.