Luscious feet that listened to the soil and stole its secrets. - Fannie Hurst

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

When the two sides of every story are told, Henry VIII may establish an alibi or two, Shylock and the public-school system meet over and melt that too, too solid pound of flesh, and Xantippe, herself the sturdier man than Socrates, give ready, lie to what is called the shrew in her.

Nervous hands as if the fingers were dripping from them like icicles.