Astonishing Splashes Of Colour

It's A Sort Of Bloom On A Woman. If You Have It, You Don't Need To Have Anything Else, And If You Don't Have It, It Doesn't Much Matter What Else You Have. Some Women, The Few, Have Charm For All; And Most Have Charm For One. But Some Have Charm For None.

I've Sometimes Thought . . . That The Difference Between Us And The English Is That The Scotch Are Hard In All Other Respects But Soft With Women, And The English Are Hard With Women But Soft In All Other Respects.

We Should Be Slower To Think That The Man At His Worst Is The Real Man, And Certain That The Better We Are Ourselves The Less Likely Is He To Be At His Worst In Our Company. Every Time He Talks Away His Own Character Before Us He Is Signifying Contempt For Ours.

See," He Said, "the Arrow Struck Against This. It Is The Kiss I Gave Her. It Has Saved Her Life.

Fame Is Rot; Daughters Are The Thing.