“With what price we pay for the glory of motherhood.” — Isadora Duncan

So that ends my first experience of matrimony, which I always thought a highly over-rated performance.

The real American type can never be a ballet dancer. The legs are too long, the body too supple and the spirit too free for this school of affected grace and toe walking.

Perhaps he was a bit different from other people, but what really sympathetic person is not a little mad?

It seems to me monstrous that anyone should believe that the jazz rhythm expresses America. Jazz rhythm expresses the primitive savage.