Nancy Had A Mouth Like A Remembered

When I See A Beautiful Shell Like That I Can't Help Feeling A Regret About What's Inside It.

I’m Thirty,” I Said. “i’m Five Years Too Old To Lie To Myself And Call It Honor

The World Is Always Curious, And People Become Valuable Merely For Their Inaccessibility

When I'm With You, I Don't Breathe Quite Right.

I Had A Strong Sudden Instinct That I Must Be Alone. I Didn’t Want To See Any People At All. I Had Seen So Many People All My Life -- I Was An Average Mixer, But More Than Average In A Tendency To Identify Myself, My Ideas, My Destiny, With Those Of All Classes That Came In Contact With. I Was Always Saving Or Being Saved -- In A Single Morning I Would Go Through The Emotions Ascribable To Wellington At Waterloo. I Lived In A World Of Inscrutable Hostiles And Inalienable Friends And Supporters.