And Then I Asked Him With My

I Am Damnably Sick Of Italy, Italian And Italians, Outrageously, Illogically Sick.... I Hate To Think That Italians Ever Did Anything In The Way Of Art.... What Did They Do But Illustrate A Page Or So Of The New Testament! They Themselves Think They Have A Monopoly In The Line. I Am Dead Tired Of Their Bello And Bellezza.

The Supreme Question About A Work Of Art Is Out Of How Deep A Life Does It Spring.

Love, Yes. Word Known To All Men.

You Can Still Die When The Sun Is Shining.

When One Reads These Strange Pages Of One Long Gone One Feels That One Is At One With One Who Once.