Dawn—then a blue, wintry sky, the color and hardness of enamel; and sunshine, bright, yet so far off the eye could stare up to it unsquinting. - Fannie Hurst

The Declaration of Economic Independence is not always a subtle one. There was that about Clara Bloom, even to the rather Hellenic swing of her very tailor-made back and the firm, neat clack of her not too high heels, which proclaimed that a new century had filed her fetter-free from the nine-teen-centuries-long chain of women whose pin-money had too often been blood-money or the filched shekels from trousers pocket or what in the toga corresponded thereto.

Art transcends war. Art is the language of God and war is the barking of men. Beethoven is bigger than war.

If it means loathing war sufficiently to bear the unpleasant brunt of being branded a coward, I suppose I am a pacifist.