He Who Comes Up To His Own

Elegance Is Something More Than Ease; It Is More Than A Freedom From Awkwardness Or Restraint. It Implies, I Conceive, A Precision, A Polish, A Sparkling, Spirited Yet Delicate.

From The Height From Which The Great Look Down On The World All The Rest Of Mankind Seem Equal.

None But Those Who Are Happy In Themselves Can Make Others So.

Fashion Constantly Begins And Ends In The Two Things It Abhors Most, Singularity And Vulgarity.

I Like A Person Who Knows His Own Mind And Sticks To It; Who Sees At Once What Is To Be Done In Given Circumstances And Does It. He Does Not Beat About The Bush For Difficulties Or Excuses, But Goes The Shortest And Most Effectual Way To Work To Attain His Own Ends, Or To Accomplish A Useful Object.