I Have Often Wished I Had Time

I Have Often Wished I Had Time To Cultivate Modesty... But I Am Too Busy Thinking About Myself.

What The Reporters Are Like! They Are Mad With Excitement At The Thought Of My Approaching Demise. Kind Sister Farquhar, My Nurse, Spends Much Of Her Time In Throwing Them Downstairs. But One Got In The Other Day, And Asked Me If I Mind The Fact That I Must Die.

I Am An Unpopular Electric Eel Set In A Pond Of Goldfish.

Your Soul: Pure Glucose Edged With Hints Of Tentative And Half-soiled Tints

The Reason Why Matthew Arnold, To My Feeling, Fails Entirely As A Poet (though No Doubt His Ideas Were Good - At Least, I Am Told They Were) Is That He Had No Sense Of Touch Whatsoever. Nothing Made Any Impression On His Skin. He Could Feel Neither The Shape Nor The Texture Of A Poem With His Hands.