In Travelling I Shape Myself Betimes To

It So Often Happens That Others Are Measuring Us By Our Past Self While We Are Looking Back On That Self With A Mixture Of Disgust And Sorrow.

It Was Not That She Was Out Of Temper, But That The World Was Not Equal To The Demands Of Her Fine Organism.

Shall We, Because We Walk On Our Hind Feet, Assume To Ourselves Only The Privilege Of Imperishability?

I Think I Should Have No Other Mortal Wants, If I Could Always Have Plenty Of Music.

One Has To Spend Many Years In Learning How To Be Happy.