Don't feel bad when I die; I've been dead for a long time.

I might repeat to myself . . . a list of quotations from minds profound - if I can remember any of the damn things.

How do people go to sleep? I'm afraid I've lost the knack. I might try busting myself smartly over the temple with the night-light. I might repeat to myself, slowly and soothingly, a list of quotations beautiful from minds profound; if I can remember any of the damn things.

They say of me, and so they should, It's doubtful if I come to good. I see acquaintances and friends Accumulating dividends And making enviable names In science, art and parlor games. But I, despite expert advice, Keep doing things I think are nice, And though to good I never come Inseparable my nose and thumb.

I don't know much about being a millionaire, but I'll bet I'd be darling at it.

Anthologists are lazy fellows who like to spend a quiet evening at home raiding good books.

This must be a gift book. That is to say a book, which you wouldn't take on any other terms.