...rapid Motion Through Space Elates One.

My Puns Are Not Trivial. They Are Quadrivial

The Supreme Question About A Work Of Art Is Out Of How Deep A Life Does It Spring.

To Discover The Mode Of Life Or Of Art Whereby My Spirit Could Express Itself In Unfettered Freedom.

Tenors Get Women By The Score.

I Could Call My Wandering Thoughts Together. I Had Hardly Any Patience With The Serious Work Of Life Which, Now That It Stood Between Me And My Desire, Seemed To Me Child's Play, Ugly Monotonous Child's Play.