Zuleika, On A Desert Island,

I Believe The Twenty-four Hour Day Has Come To Stay.

I Am A Tory Anarchist. I Should Like Everyone To Go About Doing Just As He Pleased - Short Of Altering Any Of The Things To Which I Have Grown Accustomed.

The Literary Gift Is A Mere Accident - Is As Often Bestowed On Idiots Who Have Nothing To Say Worth Hearing As It Is Denied To Strenuous Sages.

People Who Insist On Telling Their Dreams Are Among The Terrors Of The Breakfast Table.

Fate Weaves The Darkness, Which Is Perhaps Why She Weaves So Badly.