She Feels In Italics And Thinks In

Little By Little, Even With Other Cares, The Slowly But Surely Working Poison Of The Garden-mania Begins To Stir In My Long-sluggish Veins.

Young Men Of This Class Never Do Anything For Themselves That They Can Get Other People To Do For Them, And It Is The Infatuation, The Devotion, The Superstition Of Others That Keeps Them Going. These Others In Ninety-nine Cases Out Of A Hundred Are Women.

We Are Divided Of Course Between Liking To Feel The Past Strange And Liking To Feel It Familiar.

His Kiss Was Like White Lightning, A Flash That Spread, And Spread Again, And Stayed.

It Takes A Great Deal Of History To Produce A Little Literature.