The Trouble About Most Englishwomen Is That

The Aim Of Flattery Is To Soothe And Encourage Us By Assuring Us Of The Truth Of An Opinion We Have Already Formed About Ourselves.

It Is Hardly Respectable To Be Good Nowadays.

... All Ugliness Passes, And Beauty Endures, Excepting Of The Skin.

What Is The Special Privilege Of Youth? It Is, I Think, The Power Of Looking Forward, The Firm Belief That The Future Holds Something That Is Worth Possessing, And That, Therefore, One Can Let The Present Moment Drop From One Without Regret And Without Fear.

My Poems Are Hymns Of Praise To The Glory Of Life.