There Are People Whose Society I Find

Style Is A Magic Wand, And Turns Everything To Gold That It Touches.

The Lusts And Greeds Of The Body Scandalize The Soul; But It Has To Come To Heel.

Hearts That Are Delicate And Kind And Tongues That Are Neither - These Make The Finest Company In The World.

What I Like In A Good Author Is Not What He Says But What He Whispers.

What Things There Are To Write, If One Could Only Write Them! My Mind Is Full Of Gleaming Thought; Gay Moods And Mysterious, Moth-like Meditations Hover In My Imagination, Fanning Their Painted Wings. But Always The Rarest, Those Streaked With Azure And The Deepest Crimson, Flutter Away Beyond My Reach.