Ideas Are, In Truth, Force.

There Are Women Who Are For All Your 'times Of Life.' They're The Most Wonderful Sort.

Art Requires, Above All Things, A Suppression Of Self, A Subordination Of One's Self To An Idea.

Under Certain Circumstances There Are Few Hours In Life More Agreeable Than The Hour Dedicated To The Ceremony Known As Afternoon Tea.

The Girl Had A Certain Nobleness Of Imagination, Which Rendered Her A Good Many Services And Played Her A Great Many Tricks.

His Kiss Was Like White Lightning, A Flash That Spread, And Spread Again, And Stayed.