My personal hobbies are reading, listening to music, and silence.
Vulgarity is, in reality, nothing but a modern, chic, pert descendant of the goddess Dullness.
One's own surroundings means so much to one, when one is feeling miserable.
A great many people now reading and writing would be better employed keeping rabbits.
My temper is not spoilt. I am absolutely non-homicidal. Nor do I ever attack unless I have been attacked first, and then Heaven have mercy upon the attacker, because I don't! I just sharpen my wits on a wooden head as a cat sharpens its claws on the wood legs of a table.
Art is magic, not logic. This craze for the logical spirit in irrational shape is part of the present harmful mania for uniformity.