Only Among People Who Think No Evil

What Is More Mortifying Than To Feel That You Have Missed The Plum For Want Of Courage To Shake The Tree?

To Become Young Again Would Seem To Me An Appalling Prospect. Youth Is A Kind Of Delirium, Which Can Be Cured, If It Is Ever Cured At All, By Years Of Painful Treatment.

The Lusts And Greeds Of The Body Scandalize The Soul; But It Has To Come To Heel.

What I Like In A Good Author Is Not What He Says But What He Whispers.

How Often My Soul Visits The National Gallery, And How Seldom