I Hate Photographs Abstractly, Because They Have

[regarding Us Conquest Of The Philippines] I Turn Green In Bed At Midnight If I Think Of The Horror Of A Year's Warfare In The Philippines ... We Must Slaughter A Million Or Two Foolish Malays In Order To Give Them The Comforts Of Flannel Petticoats And Electric Railways.

An Artist's Business Is Only To See.

If One Shed Tears, They Must Be Shed On One's Pillow.

One Could Not Stay A Month Without Loving The Shabby Town

Power When Wielded By Abnormal Energy Is The Most Serious Of Facts.