It's An Odd Thing About This Universe

Those Who Set Out To Serve Both God And Mammon Soon Discover That There Isn't A God.

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

What Things There Are To Write, If One Could Only Write Them! My Mind Is Full Of Gleaming Thought; Gay Moods And Mysterious, Moth-like Meditations Hover In My Imagination, Fanning Their Painted Wings. But Always The Rarest, Those Streaked With Azure And The Deepest Crimson, Flutter Away Beyond My Reach.

He Who Goes Against The Fashion Is Himself Its Slave

Style Is A Magic Wand, And Turns Everything To Gold That It Touches.