She Spends Her Day Powdering Her Face

Too Much Brilliance Has Its Disadvantages, And Misplaced Wit May Raise A Laugh, But Often Beheads A Topic Of Profound Interest.

[on Spiritualism:] I Always Knew The Living Talked Rot, But It's Nothing To The Rot The Dead Talk.

I Have No Face, Only Two Profiles Clapped Together.

The Spirit Is An Inward Flame; A Lamp The World Blows Upon But Never Puts Out.

Symbols Are The Imaginative Signposts Of Life.