What A Pity, When Christopher

I Do Not Say I Was Ever What I Would Call "plain," But I Have The Sort Of Face That Bores Me When I See It On Other People.

The Spirit Is An Inward Flame; A Lamp The World Blows Upon But Never Puts Out.

Too Much Brilliance Has Its Disadvantages, And Misplaced Wit May Raise A Laugh, But Often Beheads A Topic Of Profound Interest.

If Kitchener Was Not A Great Man, He Was, At Least, A Great Poster.

[to Her Host Upon Leaving A Party:] Don't Think It Hasn't Been Charming, Because It Hasn't.