The Time-honored Bread-sauce Of The Happy Ending.

You Think Too Much.' 'i Suppose I Do; But I Can’t Help It, My Mind Is So Terribly Active. When I Give Myself, I Give Myself. I Pay The Penalty In My Headaches, My Famous Headaches--a Perfect Circlet Of Pain! But I Carry It As A Queen Carries Her Crown.

It Is Art That Makes Life, Makes Interest, Makes Importance.

I Call People Rich When They're Able To Meet The Requirements Of Their Imagination.

We Trust To Novels To Train Us In The Practice Of Great Indignations And Great Generosity.

His Kiss Was Like White Lightning, A Flash That Spread, And Spread Again, And Stayed.