An Old Mans Memories, Like His Bones,

A World In Everlasting Conflict Between The New Idea And The Old Allegiances, New Arts And New Inventions Against The Old Establishment.

When A Woman Gets The Idea Of Justice, There's No Teaching Her Any Sense.

I Had Come At Last And My Heart Was Beating Again Strongly To A Heart That Could Not Know Despair Because It Forgot Itself In The Duty Of Its Love.

All Art Is Bad, But Modern Art Is The Worst.

For The Essential Thing About The Work Of Art Is That It Is Work, And Very Hard Work Too.