It Is The Nature Of Truth To

The Woman Who First Gives Life, Light, And Form To Our Shadowy Conceptions Of Beauty, Fills A Void In Our Spiritual Nature That Has Remained Unknown To Us Till She Appeared. Sympathies That Lie Too Deep For Words, Too Deep Almost For Thoughts, Are Touched, At Such Times, By Other Charms Than Those Which The Senses Feel And Which The Resources Of Expression Can Realise. The Mystery Which Underlies The Beauty Of Women Is Never Raised Above The Reach Of All Expression Until It Has Claimed Kindred With The Deeper Mystery In Our Own Souls.

It Is The Nature Of Truth To Struggle To The Light.

The Fool's Crime Is The Crime That Is Found Out And The Wise Man's Crime Is The Crime That Is Not Found Out.

My Hour For Tea Is Half-past Five, And My Buttered Toast Waits For Nobody.

The Books - The Generous Friends Who Met Me Without Suspicion - The Merciful Masters Who Never Used Me Ill!