Live All You Can; It's A Mistake

Most English Talk Is A Quadrille In A Sentry-box.

There Are Moods In Which One Feels The Impulse To Enter A Tacit Protest Against Too Gross An Appetite For Pure Aesthetics In This Starving And Sinning World. One Turns Half Away, Musingly, From Certain Beautiful Useless Things.

She Had A Certain Way Of Looking At Life Which He Took As A Personal Offense.

I Hate American Simplicity. I Glory In The Piling Up Of Complications Of Every Sort. If I Could Pronounce The Name James In Any Different Or More Elaborate Way I Should Be In Favor Of Doing It.

To Kill A Human Being Is, After All, The Least Injury You Can Do Him.