A Toddling Little Girl Is A Centre

In Spite Of His Practical Ability, Some Of His Experience Had Petrified Into Maxims And Quotations.

News Is Often Dispersed As Thoughtlessly And Effectively As That Pollen Which The Bees Carry Off (having No Idea How Powdery They Are) When They Are Buzzing In Search Of Their Particular Nectar.

My Books Don't Seem To Belong To Me After I Have Once Written Them; And I Find Myself Delivering Opinions About Them As If I Had Nothing To Do With Them.

Every Man Who Is Not A Monster, A Mathematician, Or A Mad Philosopher, Is The Slave Of Some Woman Or Other.

How Unspeakably The Lengthening Of Memories In Common Endears Our Old Friends!