In Hatred As In Love, We Grow

Miss Searle Had Always Considered Boredom An Intellectual Defeat.

But It Is Not For The Perfect Vase Or The Polished Gem To Choose Their Owners.

It Gives Me No Joy To Be Praised At The Expense Of A Better Artist, By Someone Who Does Not Know The Difference Or Who Thinks Me Too Vain To Be Aware Of It Myself.

Death Was The Price Of Life.

It Is Bitter To Lose A Friend To Evil Before One Loses Him To Death.