... All Ugliness Passes, And Beauty Endures,

I'm Dying, But Otherwise I'm In Very Good Health.

I Am Patient With Stupidity But Not With Those Who Are Proud Of It.

People Are Usually Made Dames For Virtues I Do Not Possess.

The Child And The Great Artist -- These Alone Receive The Sensation Fresh As It Was At The Beginning Of The World.

What The Reporters Are Like! They Are Mad With Excitement At The Thought Of My Approaching Demise. Kind Sister Farquhar, My Nurse, Spends Much Of Her Time In Throwing Them Downstairs. But One Got In The Other Day, And Asked Me If I Mind The Fact That I Must Die.