How Sickness Enlarges The Dimension Of A

We Are Ashamed At The Sight Of A Monkey--somehow As We Are Shy Of Poor Relations.

Brandy And Water Spoils Two Good Things.

I Have Had Playmates, I Have Had Companions; In My Days Of Childhood, In My Joyful School Days - All, All Are Gone, The Old Familiar Faces.

I Have Sat Through An Italian Opera, Til, For Sheer Pain, And Inexplicable Anguish, I Have Rushed Out Into The Noisiest Places Of The Crowded Street, To Solace Myself With Sounds Which I Was Not Obliged To Follow And Get Rid Of The Distracting Torment Of Endless, Fruitless, Barren Attention!

If There Be A Regal Solitude, It Is A Sick-bed. How The Patient Lords It There!