For Souls In Growth, Great Quarrels Are

Give Me A Bed And A Book And I Am Happy.

What Is More Mortifying Than To Feel That You Have Missed The Plum For Want Of Courage To Shake The Tree?

There Are People Who, Like Houses, Are Beautiful In Dilapidation.

I Can't Forgive My Friends For Dying; I Don't Find These Vanishing Acts Of Theirs At All Amusing.

Happiness Is A Wine Of The Rarest Vintage, And Seems Insipid To A Vulgar Taste.