Fancies Are Like Shadows...you Can't Cage Them,

As She Walked Along She Dramatized The Night. There Was About It A Wild, Lawless Charm That Appealed To A Certain Wild, Lawless Strain Hidden Deep In Emily’s Nature—the Strain Of The Gypsy And The Poet, The Genius And The Fool.

I'd Rather Look Ridiculous When Everybody Else Does Than Plain And Sensible All By Myself.

All Things Great Are Wound Up With All Things Little.

One Can't Get Over The Habit Of Being A Little Girl All At Once.

Nasturtiums, Who Colored You, You Wonderful, Glowing Things? You Must Have Been Fashioned Out Of Summer Sunsets.