Perfection Has One Grave Defect: It Is

The Day Broke Grey And Dull. The Clouds Hung Heavily, And There Was A Rawness In The Air That Suggested Snow. A Woman Servant Came Into A Room In Which A Child Was Sleeping And Drew The Curtains. She Glanced Mechanically At The House Opposite, A Stucco House With A Portico, And Went To The Child's Bed.

Beauty Is An Ecstasy; It Is As Simple As Hunger.

Do You Know That Conversation Is One Of The Greatest Pleasures In Life? But It Wants Leisure.

No Action Is In Itself Good Or Bad, But Only Such According To Convention.

Tradition Is A Guide And Not A Jailer.