It's Easy Finding Reasons Why

How Could A Man Be Satisfied With A Decision Between Such Alternatives And Under Such Circumstances No More Than He Can Be Satisfied With His Hat, Which He's Chosen From Among Such Shapes As The Resources Of The Age Offer Him. . . .

I Think I Am Quite Wicked With Roses. I Like To Gather Them, And Smell Them Till They Have No Scent Left.

One Must Be Poor To Know The Luxury Of Giving!

Vague Memories Hang About The Mind Like Cobwebs.

Her Own Misery Filled Her Heart—there Was No Room In It For Other People's Sorrow.