Pride's Chickens Have Bonny Feathers, But They

To Bring The Best Human Qualities To Anything Like Perfection, To Fill Them With The Sweet Juices Of Courtesy And Charity, Prosperity, Or, At All Events, A Moderate Amount Of It, Is Required,--just As Sunshine Is Needed For The Ripening Of Peaches And Apricots.

To Sit For One's Portrait Is Like Being Present At One's Own Creation.

Everything Is Sweetened By Risk.

My Garden, With Its Silence And Pulses Of Fragrance That Come And Go On The Airy Undulations, Affects Me Like Sweet Music. Care Stops At The Gates, And Gazes At Me Wistfully Through The Bars.

If You Wish To Preserve Your Secret, Wrap It Up In Frankness.