Cats And Monkeys; Monkeys And Cats; All

Things Are Always Different Than What They Might Be...if You Wait For Them To Change, You Will Never Do Anything.

It Was The Way The Autumn Day Looked Into The High Windows As It Waned; The Way The Red Light, Breaking At The Close From Under A Low Sombre Sky, Reached Out In A Long Shaft And Played Over Old Wainscots, Old Tapestry, Old Gold, Old Colour.

People Talk About The Conscience, But It Seems To Me One Must Just Bring It Up To A Certain Point And Leave It There. You Can Let Your Conscience Alone If You're Nice To The Second Housemaid.

Art Derives A Considerable Part Of Its Beneficial Exercise From Flying In The Face Of Presumptions.

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