My Business In Life Is To Eat,

The Mystery Which Underlies The Beauty Of Women Is Never Raised Above The Reach Of All Expression Until It Has Claimed Kindred With The Deeper Mystery In Our Own Souls.

And Earth Was Heaven A Little The Worse For Wear. And Heaven Was Earth, Done Up Again To Look Like New.

My Hour For Tea Is Half-past Five, And My Buttered Toast Waits For Nobody.

The Books - The Generous Friends Who Met Me Without Suspicion - The Merciful Masters Who Never Used Me Ill!

Well May Your Heart Believe The Truths Well May Your Heart Believe The Truths I Tell; 'tis Virtue Makes The Bliss, Where'er We Dwell.