An Improper Mind Is A

Only Those Who Get Into Scrapes With Their Eyes Open Can Find The Safe Way Out.

How Often My Soul Visits The National Gallery, And How Seldom

We Need Two Kinds Of Acquaintances, One To Complain To, While To The Others We Boast.

To Become Young Again Would Seem To Me An Appalling Prospect. Youth Is A Kind Of Delirium, Which Can Be Cured, If It Is Ever Cured At All, By Years Of Painful Treatment.

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