Nobody Ever Intends To Be

Fancy Your Having No Sunshine In London Yesterday! Here It Was Glorious, Like Full Summer, And I Sat Up With The Window Wide Open, Listening To The Discourse Of Two Amorous Thrushes.

Religion Is Poetry, - Poetry Is Religion.

Wealth Acts Merely As A Kind Of Mirror To Show You Human Nature At Its Worst.

There Is No Death,/what Seems So Is Transition.

The World Is Not Always Kind To A Clever Woman Even When She Is Visibly Known To Be Earning Her Own Living. There Are Always Spiteful Tongues Wagging In The Secret Corners And Byways, Ready To Assert That Her Work Is Not Her Own And And That Some Man Is In The Background, Helping To Keep Her!