To Sit For One's Portrait Is Like

Men Praise Poverty, As The African Worships Mumbo Jumbo--from Terror Of The Malign Power, And A Desire To Propitiate At.

Pleasure Has No Logic; It Never Treads In Its Own Footsteps.

In My Garden I Spend My Days, In My Library I Spend My Nights. My Interests Are Divided Between My Geraniums And My Books. With The Flower I Am In The Present; With The Book I Am In The Past.

An Old Novel Has A History Of Its Own.

I Go Into My Library And All History Unrolls Before Me.