I Think We Are All Hopelessly Flawed.

She Is Too Fond Of Books, And It Has Turned Her Brain.

Such Hours Are Beautiful To Live, But Very Hard To Describe.

It's A Great Comfort To Have An Artistic Sister.

My Definition (of A Philosopher) Is Of A Man Up In A Balloon, With His Family And Friends Holding The Ropes Which Confine Him To Earth And Trying To Haul Him Down.

I Think Immortality Is The Passing Of A Soul Through Many Lives Or Experiences, And Such As Are Truly Lived, Used And Learned, Help On To The Next, Each Growing Richer, Happier And Higher, Carrying With It Only The Real Memories Of What Has Gone Before.