For Souls In Growth, Great

Thank Heavens, The Sun Has Gone In And I Don’t Have To Go Out And Enjoy It.

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.

I Like To Walk Down Bond Street, Thinking Of All The Things I Don't Desire.

Solvency Is Entirely A Matter Of Temperament And Not Of Income.

The Old Know What They Want; The Young Are Sad And Bewildered.