It Seems To Me Monstrous

Farewell My Friends, I Go To Glory.

I Would Rather Live In Russia On Black Bread And Vodka Than In The United States At The Best Hotels. America Knows Nothing Of Food, Love Or Art.

Man Must Speak, Then Sing, Then Dance. The Speaking Is The Brain, The Thinking Man. The Singing Is The Emotion. The Dancing Is The Dionysian Ecstasy Which Carries Away All.

Will And Energy Sometimes Prove Greater Than Either Genius Or Talent Or Temperament.

With What Price We Pay For The Glory Of Motherhood.