Fine Art, Poetry, That Kind Of Thing,

When One Is Grateful For Something Too Good For Common Thanks, Writing Is Less Unsatisfactory Than Speech-one Does Not, At Least, Hear How Inadequate The Words Are.

There Is One Order Of Beauty Which Seems Made To Turn Heads. It Is A Beauty Like That Of Kittens, Or Very Small Downy Ducks Making Gentle Rippling Noises With Their Soft Bills, Or Babies Just Beginning To Toddle.

A Suppressed Resolve Will Betray Itself In The Eyes.

In All Failures, The Beginning Is Certainly The Half Of The Whole.

There Is Nothing That Will Kill A Man So Soon As Having Nobody To Find Fault With But Himself.