The Spring Is Already Here With Her

The Large And Rapid Fortunes By Which Vulgar And Ignorant People Become Possessed Of Splendid Houses, Splendidly Furnished, Do Not Of Course, Give Them The Feelings And Manners Of Gentle Folks.

The Spring Is Already Here With Her Hands Full Of Flowers.

Your Theory Of Partial Immortality Is Abhorrent To Me. I Would Rather Disbelieve In The Immortality Of My Own Soul Than Suppose The Boon Given To Me Was Withheld From Any Of My Fellow Creatures.

I Am Persuaded That We Are All Surrounded By An Atmosphere - A Separate, Sensitive, Distinct Envelope Extending Some Distance From Our Visible Persons - And Whenever My Invisible Atmosphere Is Invaded, It Affects My Whole Nervous System. The Proximity Of Any Bodies But Those I Love Best Is Unendurable To My Body.

Christmas Is A Season Of Such Infinite Labour, As Well As Expense In The Shopping And Present-making Line, That Almost Every Woman I Know Is Good For Nothing In Purse And Person For A Month Afterwards, Done Up Physically, And Broken Down Financially.