Those Who Have Not More Must Be

I Have Now Attained The True Art Of Letter-writing, Which We Are Always Told, Is To Express On Paper Exactly What One Would Say To The Same Person By Word Of Mouth.

But Indeed I Would Rather Have Nothing But Tea.

Our Scars Make Us Know That Our Past Was For Real

The Little Bit (two Inches Wide) Of Ivory On Which I Work With So Fine A Brush As Produces Little Effect After Much Labour.

Sense Will Always Have Attractions For Me.