All thoughts that mold the age begin deep down within the primitive soul.
No mud can soil us but the mud we throw.
Such power there is in clear-eyed self-restraint.
Through aisles of long-drawn centuries my spirit walks in thought.
If one waits for the right time to come before writing, the right time never comes.
Fashion being the art of those who must purchase notice at some cheaper rate than that of being beautiful, loves to do rash and extravagant things. She must be forever new, or she becomes insipid.