Pleasure Has No Logic; It

Some Books Are Drenchèd Sandson Which A Great Soul's Wealth Lies All In Heaps,like A Wrecked Argosy.

In My Garden, Care Stops At The Gate And Gazes At Me Wistfully Through The Bars.

Christmas Is The Day That Holds All Time Together.

The Great Man Is The Man Who Does A Thing For The First Time.

Style, After All, Rather Than Thought, Is The Immortal Thing In Literature.