There Are Few Sorrows In Which A

The Ladies Who Try To Keep Their Beauty Are The Ladies Who Lose It.

What Joy Can The Years Bring Half So Sweet As The Unhappiness They've Taken Away?

The Notion Of Making Money By Popular Work, And Then Retiring To Do Good Work, Is The Most Familiar Of All The Devil's Traps For Artists.

It Is The Dread Of Something Happening, Something Unknown And Dreadful, That Makes Us Do Anything To Keep The Flicker Of Talk From Dying Out.

This Nice And Subtle Happiness Of Reading, This Joy Not Chilled By Age, This Polite And Unpunished Vice, This Selfish, Serene Life-long Intoxication.