There Is No Wealth But Love.

Wealth Acts Merely As A Kind Of Mirror To Show You Human Nature At Its Worst.

Imagination Is The Supreme Endowment Of The Poet And Romanticist. It Is A Kind Of Second Sight, Which Conveys The Owner Of It To Places He Has Never Seen, And Surrounds Him With Strange Circumstances Of Which He Is Merely The Spiritual Eyewitness.

The World Is Not Always Kind To A Clever Woman Even When She Is Visibly Known To Be Earning Her Own Living. There Are Always Spiteful Tongues Wagging In The Secret Corners And Byways, Ready To Assert That Her Work Is Not Her Own And And That Some Man Is In The Background, Helping To Keep Her!

Let Me Be Mad, Then, By All Means! Mad With The Madness Of Absinthe, The Wildest, Most Luxurious Madness In The World! Vive La Folie! Vive L'amour! Vive L'animalisme! Vive Le Diable!

It Is Not So Difficult To Win Love As To Keep It!