One Is Oneself A Fine

A Solitary Maple On A Woodside Flames In Single Scarlet, Recalls Nothing So Much As The Daughter Of A Noble House Dressed For A Fancy Ball, With The Whole Family Gathered Around To Admire Her Before She Goes.

I Don't Want Everyone To Like Me; I Should Think Less Of Myself If Some People Did.

Deep Experience Is Never Peaceful.

I Call People Rich When They're Able To Meet The Requirements Of Their Imagination.

I Hate American Simplicity. I Glory In The Piling Up Of Complications Of Every Sort. If I Could Pronounce The Name James In Any Different Or More Elaborate Way I Should Be In Favor Of Doing It.