Every Artist Makes Himself Born. It Is

The Trouble Is You Almost Have To Marry A Man Before You Can Find Out The Sort Of Wife He Needs; And Usually It's Exactly The Sort You Are Not.

New Things Are Always Ugly.

Life Hurrying Past Us And Running Away, Too Strong To Stop, Too Sweet To Lose.

In This World People Have To Pay An Extortionate Price For Any Exceptional Gift Whatever.

There Is Something Frank And Joyous And Young In The Open Face Of The Country. It Gives Itself Ungrudgingly To The Moods Of The Season, Holding Nothing Back.