Style Is A Magic Wand, And Turns

How Many Of Our Daydreams Would Darken Into Nightmares If There Seemed Any Danger Of Their Coming True!

I Like To Walk Down Bond Street, Thinking Of All The Things I Don't Desire.

What Humbugs We Are, Who Pretend To Live For Beauty, And Never See The Dawn!

Uncultivated Minds Are Not Full Of Wild Flowers, Like Uncultivated Fields. Villainous Weeds Grow In Them And They Are The Haunt Of Toads.

What Joy Can The Years Bring Half So Sweet As The Unhappiness They've Taken Away?