I have no courage to write much unless I am written to. I soon begin to think that there are plenty of other correspondents more interesting - so if you all want to hear from me you know the conditions.

We are all of us imaginative in some form or other, for images are the brood of desire.

All the learnin' my father ever paid for was a bit o' birch at one end and the alphabet at th ' other.

I flutter all ways, and fly in none.

Anger seek it prey,-- Something to tear with sharp-edged tooth and claw, Like not to go off hungry, leaving Love To feast on milk and honeycomb at will.

We long for an affection altogether ignorant of our faults. Heaven has accorded this to us in the uncritical canine attachment.

Miserliness is a capital quality to run in families; it's the safe side for madness to dip on.