Let The Music Speak To Us Of

My Hour For Tea Is Half-past Five, And My Buttered Toast Waits For Nobody.

The Mystery Which Underlies The Beauty Of Women Is Never Raised Above The Reach Of All Expression Until It Has Claimed Kindred With The Deeper Mystery In Our Own Souls.

Any Woman Who Is Sure Of Her Own Wits, Is A Match, At Any Time, For A Man Who Is Not Sure Of His Own Temper.

Except In This Ignorant And Material Century, Men Have Always Worn Precious Stuffs And Beautiful Colours As Well As Women.

I Have Heard, As Everybody Else Has, Of A Spirit's Haunting A House ; But I Have Had My Own Personal Experience Of A House's Haunting A Spirit.