What is more mortifying than to feel that you have missed the plum for want of courage to shake the tree?
Logan Pearsall SmithWhat things there are to write, if one could only write them! My mind is full of gleaming thought; gay moods and mysterious, moth-like meditations hover in my imagination, fanning their painted wings. But always the rarest, those streaked with azure and the deepest crimson, flutter away beyond my reach.
Logan Pearsall Smith