One's Own Vanities And Humiliations I Find

Style Is A Magic Wand, And Turns Everything To Gold That It Touches.

Thank Heavens, The Sun Has Gone In And I Don’t Have To Go Out And Enjoy It.

The Great Art Of Writing Is The Art Of Making People Real To Themselves With Words.

But Why Wasn't I Born, Alas, In An Age Of Adjectives; Why Can One No Longer Write Of Silver-shedding Tears And Moon-tailed Peacocks, Of Eloquent Death, Of The Negro And Star-enameled Night?

Don't Tell Friends Their Social Faults; They Will Cure The Fault And Never Forgive You.