Books Are Men Of Higher Stature, And

Why, What Is To Live? Not To Eat And Drink And Breathe,—but To Feel The Life In You Down All The Fibres Of Being, Passionately And Joyfully.

What Frightens Me Is That Men Are Content With What Is Not Life At All.

Too Much Beauty, I Reckon, Is Nothing But Too Much Sun.

It Is Difficult To Get Rid Of People When You Once Have Given Them Too Much Pleasure.

Every Wish Is Like A Prayer--with God.