Movements Are As Eloquent As Words.

No Flower Of Art Ever Fully Blossomed Save It Was Nourished By Tears Of Agony.

There Are Joys So Complete, So All Perfect, That One Should Not Survive Them.

Eleonora Duse Said, "tell Me About Deirdre And Patrick," And Made Me Repeat To Her All Their Little Sayings And Ways, And Show Her Their Photos, Which She Kissed And Cried Over. She Never Said "cease To Grieve", But She Grieved With Me, And, For The First Time Since Their Death, I Felt I Was Not Alone.

No Composer Has Yet Caught This Rhythm Of America - It Is Too Mighty For The Ears Of Most.

These People Seemed So Enwrapped In Snobbishness And The Glory Of Being Rich That They Had No Art Sense Whatever.