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The Most Mediocre Of Males Feels Himself A Demigod As Compared With Women.

She Offered Her Mouth To Him, As If Enchanted. A Persian Princess, A Little Indian, A Fox, A Morning Glory, A Lovely Wisteria--it Always Pleased Them When You Told Them They Looked Like Something, Like Something Else.

That Is What Chills Your Spine When You Read An Account Of A Suicide: Not The Frail Corpse Hanging From The Window Bars But What Happened Inside That Heart Immediately Before.

What An Odd Thing A Diary Is: The Things You Omit Are More Important Than Those You Put In.

She Was Trying To Get Rid Of A Religious Hangover.