This Englishwoman Is So Refined, She Has

I May Be Smelly And I May Be Old, Rough In My Pebbles, Reedy In My Pools, But Where My Fish Float By I Bless Their Swimming, And I Like The People To Bathe In Me Especially Women.

The World Is Come Upon Me, I Used To Keep It A Long Way Off, But Now I Have Been Run Over And I Am In The Hands Of The Hospital Staff.

It Is The Privilege Of The Rich To Waste The Time Of The Poor To Water With Tears In Secret A Tree That Grows In Secret That Bears Fruit In Secret That Ripened Falls To The Ground In Secret And Manures The Parent Tree Oh The Wicked Tree Of Hatred And The Secret The Sap Rising And The Tears Falling.

A Great Artist ... Takes What He Did Not Make And Makes Of It Something That Only He Can Make.

There Can Be No Good Art That Is International. Art To Be Vigorous And Gesund Must Use The Material At Hand.