The Notion Of Making Money By Popular

People Before The Public Live An Imagined Life In The Thought Of Others, And Flourish Or Feel Faint As Their Self Outside Themselves Grows Bright Or Dwindles In That Mirror.

Don't Laugh At Youth For His Affectations; He Is Only Trying On One Face After Another To Find His Own.

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

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

An Echo Of Music, A Face In The Street, The Wafer Of The New Moon, A Wanton Thought - Only In The Iridescence Of Things The Vagabond Soul Is Happy.