For Souls In Growth, Great Quarrels Are

But Why Wasn't I Born, Alas, In An Age Of Adjectives; Why Can One No Longer Write Of Silver-shedding Tears And Moon-tailed Peacocks, Of Eloquent Death, Of The Negro And Star-enameled Night?

I Find A Fascination, Like The Fascination For The Moth Of A Star, In Those Who Hold Aloof And Disdain Me.

A Slight Touch Of Friendly Malice And Amusement Towards Those We Love Keeps Our Affections For Them From Turning Flat.

Solvency Is Entirely A Matter Of Temperament And Not Of Income.

The Ladies Who Try To Keep Their Beauty Are The Ladies Who Lose It.