Memoirs Are The Backstairs Of History.

But O The Truth, The Truth. The Many Eyes That Look On It The Diverse Things They See.

Friendship, I Fancy, Means One Heart Between Two.

Lowly, With A Broken Neck, The Crocus Lays Her Cheek To Mire.

Cynicism Is Intellectual Dandyism.

A Kiss Is But A Kiss Now! And No Wave Of A Great Flood That Whirls Me To The Sea. But, As You Will! We'll Sit Contentedly, And Eat Our Pot Of Honey On The Grave.