A Happy Childhood Is Poor Preparation For

To A Poet, Silence Is An Acceptable Response, Even A Flattering One.

A Kindly Gesture Bestowed By Us On An Animal Arouses Prodigies Of Understanding And Gratitude.

We Only Do Well The Things We Like Doing.

It Is Wise To Apply The Oil Of Refined Politeness To The Mechanisms Of Friendship.

On The First Of May, With My Comrades Of The Catechism Class, I Laid Lilac, Chamomile And Rose Before The Altar Of The Virgin, And Returned Full Of Pride To Show My Blessed Posy. My Mother Laughed Her Irreverent Laugh And, Looking At My Bunch Of Flowers, Which Was Bringing The May-bug Into The Sitting-room Right Under The Lamp, She Said: Do You Suppose It Wasn't Already Blessed Before?