...the Peculiar Air Of Oxford-the Air Of

Art Is Nothing More Than The Shadow Of Humanity.

I Am Blackly Bored When They Are At Large And At Work; But Somehow I Am Still More Blackly Bored When They Are Shut Up In Holloway And We Are Deprived Of Them.

Until You Try, You Don't Know What You Can't Do.

I've Struck Up A Tremendous Intimacy With Conte Alberto, And We Literally Can't Live Without Each Other. He Is The First Object My Eyes Greet In The Morning, And The Last At Night.

... Since She Might Not Be Splendid, She Would At Least Be Immaculate.