Life Is A Predicament Which

We Are Divided Of Course Between Liking To Feel The Past Strange And Liking To Feel It Familiar.

Little By Little, Even With Other Cares, The Slowly But Surely Working Poison Of The Garden-mania Begins To Stir In My Long-sluggish Veins.

I Ought To Tell You That I'm Probably Your Cousin.

People Talk About The Conscience, But It Seems To Me One Must Just Bring It Up To A Certain Point And Leave It There. You Can Let Your Conscience Alone If You're Nice To The Second Housemaid.

Adjectives Are The Sugar Of Literature And Adverbs The Salt.