Art Is Mind And Heart And Touch

I Wonder Whether Art Has A Higher Function Than To Make Me Feel, Appreciate, And Enjoy Natural Objects For Their Art Value?

As I Got Warmed Up, And Felt Perfectly At Home In Talk, I Heard Myself Boasting, Lying, Exaggerating. Oh, Not Deliberately, Far From It. It Would Be Unconvivial And Dull To Stop And Arrest The Flow Of Talk, And Speak Only After Carefully Considering Whether I Was Telling The Truth.

International Affairs Will Be Placed On A Better Footing When It Is Understood That There Is No Way Of Punishing A People For The Crimes Of Its Rulers.

Boast Is Always A Cry Of Despair, Except In The Young It Is A Cry Of Hope.

I Would I Could Stand On A Busy Corner, Hat In Hand, And Beg People To Throw Me All Their Wasted Hours.