An Improper Mind Is A

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

An Echo Of Music, A Face In The Street, The Wafer Of The New Moon, A Wanton Thought - Only In The Iridescence Of Things The Vagabond Soul Is Happy.

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

I Find A Fascination, Like The Fascination For The Moth Of A Star, In Those Who Hold Aloof And Disdain Me.

Don't Laugh At Youth For His Affectations; He Is Only Trying On One Face After Another To Find His Own.