If One Is Strong, One Loves The

I Would Give All I Possess To Get Out Of Myself; But Somehow, At The End, I Find Myself So Vastly More Interesting Than Nine Tenths Of The People I Meet.

It Is Art That Makes Life, Makes Interest, Makes Importance, For Our Consideration And Application Of These Things, And I Know Of No Substitute Whatever For The Force And Beauty Of Its Process.

The Fatal Futility Of Fact.

She Had A Certain Way Of Looking At Life Which He Took As A Personal Offense.

Her Memory's Your Love. You Want No Other.