If you are losing your leisure, look out! You are losing your soul.

When elderly invalids meet with fellow-victims of their own ailments, then at last real conversation begins, and life is delicious.

People before the public live an imagined life in the thought of others, and flourish or feel faint as their self outside themselves grows bright or dwindles in that mirror.

Solvency is entirely a matter of temperament and not of income.

If you are losing your leisure, look out! You are losing your soul.

What 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.

How awful to reflect that what people say of us is true!