Youth, When It Is Hurt, Likes To

Hunger Is A Powerful Incentive To Introspection.

This Land Was An Enigma. It Was Like A Horse That No One Knows How To Break To Harness, That Runs Wild And Kicks Things To Pieces.

Let People Go On Talking As They Like, And We Will Go On Living As We Think Best.

Artistic Growth Is, More Than It Is Anything Else, A Refining Of The Sense Of Truthfulness.

Life Was So Short That It Meant Nothing At All Unless It Were Continually Reinforced By Something That Endured; Unless The Shadows Of Individual Existence Came And Went Against A Background That Held Together.