There Were Always People To Snatch At

His Kiss Was Like White Lightning, A Flash That Spread, And Spread Again, And Stayed.

Writing Is Not Primarily Escape, But Use.

No, No—there Are Depths, Depths! The More I Go Over It, The More I See In It, And The More I See In It, The More I Fear. I Don’t Know What I Don’t See—what I Don’t Fear!

The Girl Had A Certain Nobleness Of Imagination, Which Rendered Her A Good Many Services And Played Her A Great Many Tricks.

Art Is A Point Of View, And A Genius Way Of Looking At Things.