The Pleasure Of Possession, Whether We Possess

The Impulse To Travel Is One Of The Hopeful Symptoms Of Life.

Diaries Tell Their Little Tales With A Directness, A Candor, Conscious Or Unconscious, A Closeness Of Outlook, Which Gratifies Our Sense Of Security. Reading Them Is Like Gazing Through A Small Clear Pane Of Glass. We May Not See Far And Wide, But We See Very Distinctly That Which Comes Within Our Field Of Vision.

It Is Bad Enough To Be Bad, But To Be Bad In Bad Taste Is Unpardonable.

People Who Pin Their Faith To A Catchword Never Feel The Necessity Of Understanding Anything.

The English Possess Too Many Agreeable Traits To Permit Them To Be As Much Disliked As They Think And Hope They Are.