Hearts That Are Delicate And Kind And

You Cannot Be Both Fashionable And First-rate

What Things There Are To Write, If One Could Only Write Them! My Mind Is Full Of Gleaming Thought; Gay Moods And Mysterious, Moth-like Meditations Hover In My Imagination, Fanning Their Painted Wings. But Always The Rarest, Those Streaked With Azure And The Deepest Crimson, Flutter Away Beyond My Reach.

Don't Let Young People Tell You Their Aspirations; When They Drop Them They Will Drop You.

Thank Heavens, The Sun Has Gone In And I Don’t Have To Go Out And Enjoy It.

What Pursuit Is More Elegant Than That Of Collecting The Ignominies Of Our Nature And Transfixing Them For Show, Each On The Bright Pin Of A Polished Phrase?