For Souls In Growth, Great Quarrels Are

If You Are Losing Your Leisure, Look Out! You Are Losing Your Soul.

There Are People Whose Society I Find Delicious; But When I Sit Alone And Think Of Them I Shudder.

The Denunciation Of The Young Is A Necessary Part Of The Hygiene Of Older People, And Greatly Assists The Circulation Of The Blood.

What Things There Are To Write, If One Could Only Write Them! My Mind Is Full Of Gleaming Thought; Gay Moods And Mysterious, Moth-like Meditations Hover In My Imagination, Fanning Their Painted Wings. But Always The Rarest, Those Streaked With Azure And The Deepest Crimson, Flutter Away Beyond My Reach.

We Should Nourish Our Souls On The Dew Of Poesy, And Manure Them As Well.