In The Mountains, There You Feel Free.

Anxiety Is The Hand Maiden Of Creativity.

April Is The Cruellest Month.

Artistic Inevitability Lies In The Complete Adequacy Of The External To The Emotion.

When Lovely Woman Stoops To Folly And Paces About Her Room Again, Alone, She Smooths Her Hair With Automatic Hand, And Puts A Record On The Gramophone.

It Is Impossible To Say Just What I Mean!