Only The Sinner Has The Right To

There Is Indeed A Heaven On This Earth, A Heaven Which We Inhabit When We Read A Good Book.

There Are Certain People Whom One Feels Almost Inclined To Urge To Hurry Up And Die So That Their Letters Can Be Published.

The Little Plumpuppets Are Fairies Of Beds; They Have Nothing To Do But Watch Sleepyheads; They Turn Down The Sheets And They Tuck You In Tight, And Dance On Your Pillow To Wish You Good Night!

Fifty Percent Of The World Are Women, Yet They Always Seem A Novelty.

How Womanly It Is To Ask The Unanswerable At The Moment Impossible.