Excess Is The Common Substitute For Energy.

As For Butterflies, I Can Hardly Conceive Of One's Attending Upon You; But To Question The Congruence Of The Complement Is Vain, If It Exists.

There Is A Great Amount Of Poetry In Unconscious Fastidiousness.

Poetry, That Is To Say The Poetic, Is A Primal Necessity.

Superior People Never Make Long Visits.

Of The Crow-blue Mussel Shells, One Keeps Adjusting The Ash Heaps; Opening And Shutting Itself Like An Injured Fan.