Life Is A Succession Of

Childish Fantasy, Like The Sheath Over The Bud, Not Only Protects But Curbs The Terrible Budding Spirit, Protects Not Only Innocence From The World, But The World From The Power Of Innocence.

Rudeness To Mrs. Dosely Was Like Dropping A Pat Of Butter On To A Hot Plate - It Slid And Melted Away.

Where Would The Irish Be Without Someone To Be Irish At?

Nobody Ever Dies Of An Indignity.

Fashion Seems To Exist For An Abstract Person Who Is Not You Or Me.