My Life Is Not An Apology, But

London Is The Epitome Of Our Times, And The Rome Of To-day.

Let Us Be Poised, Wise And Our Own Today.

Want Is A Growing Giant Whom The Coat Of Have Was Never Large Enough To Cover.

Man Is A Stream Whose Source Is Hidden. Our Being Is Descending Into Us From We Know Not Whence.

Cupid Is A Casuist, A Mystic, And A Cabalist,-- Can Your Lurking Thought Surprise, And Interpret Your Device, . . . . All Things Wait For And Divine Him,-- How Shall I Dare To Malign Him?