Symbols Are The Imaginative Signposts Of Life.

Haunted From My Early Youth By The Transitoriness And Pathos Of Life, I Was Aware That It Is Not Enough To Say "i Am Doing No Harm," I Ought To Be Testing Myself Daily, And Asking Myself What I Am Really Achieving.

I Have No Face, Only Two Profiles Clapped Together.

The Ingrained Idea That, Because There Is No King And They Despise Titles, The Americans Are A Free People Is Pathetically Untrue. . . . There Is A Perpetual Interference With Personal Liberty Over There That Would Not Be Tolerated In England For A Week.

His Modesty Amounts To Deformity.

The Power To Love What Is Purely Abstract Is Given To Few.