I Am Proud To Be An Emotionalist.

She Respected Her Husband In The Same Way As She Respected The General Post Office, As Something Large, Secure And Fixed: And Though She Knew The Small Number Of His Talents She Appreciated His Abstract Value As A Male.

To Live, To Err, To Fall, To Triumph, To Recreate Life Out Of Life.

What's In A Name? That Is What We Ask Ourselves In Childhood When We Write The Name That We Are Told Is Ours.

Every Age Must Look For Its Sanction To Its Poetry And Philosophy, For In These The Human Mind, As It Looks Backward Or Forward, Attains To An Eternal State.

I Desire To Press In My Arms The Loveliness Which Has Not Yet Come Into The World.