Kidd, Turn Off The Light To Spare

Never Say You Know The Last Word About Any Human Heart.

Everything About Florence Seems To Be Colored With A Mild Violet, Like Diluted Wine.

Summer Afternoon, Summer Afternoon; To Me Those Have Always Been The Two Most Beautiful Words In The English Language.

When I Am Wicked I Am In High Spirits.

It Is Art That Makes Life, Makes Interest, Makes Importance, For Our Consideration And Application Of These Things, And I Know Of No Substitute Whatever For The Force And Beauty Of Its Process.