Zuleika, On A Desert Island, Would Have

People Who Insist On Telling Their Dreams Are Among The Terrors Of The Breakfast Table.

It Seems To Be A Law Of Nature That No Man, Unless He Has Some Obvious Physical Deformity, Ever Is Loth To Sit For His Portrait.

A Quiet City Is A Contradiction In Terms. It Is A Thing Uncanny, Spectral.

"after All," As A Pretty Girl Once Said To Me, "women Are A Sex By Themselves, So To Speak."

The Loveliest Face In All The World Will Not Please You If You See It Suddenly Eye To Eye, At A Distance Of Half An Inch From Your Own.