There Are People Who, Like Houses, Are

We Grow With Years More Fragile In Body, But Morally Stutter, And Can Throw Off The Chill Of A Bad Conscience Almost At Once.

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

I Am One Of The Unpraised, Unrewarded Millions Without Whom Statistics Would Be A Bankrupt Science. It Is We Who Are Born, Who Marry, Who Die, In Constant Ratios.

The Notion Of Making Money By Popular Work, And Then Retiring To Do Good Work, Is The Most Familiar Of All The Devil's Traps For Artists.

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