The Word Snob Belongs To The Sour-grape

All Reformers, However Strict Their Social Conscience, Live In Houses Just As Big As They Can Pay For.

Growing Old Is Not A Gradual Decline, But A Series Of Drops, Full Of Sorrow, From One Ledge To Another Below It.

Married Women Are Kept Women, And Theyare Beginning To Find It Out.

All My Life, As Down An Abyss Without A Bottom. I Have Been Pouring Van Loads Of Information Into That Vacancy Of Oblivion I Call My Mind.

To Become Young Again Would Seem To Me An Appalling Prospect. Youth Is A Kind Of Delirium, Which Can Be Cured, If It Is Ever Cured At All, By Years Of Painful Treatment.