I find a fascination, like the fascination for the moth of a star, in those who hold aloof and disdain me.
The ladies who try to keep their beauty are the ladies who lose it.
Only among people who think no evil can Evil monstrously flourish.
Style is a magic wand, and turns everything to gold that it touches.
If we shake hands with icy fingers, it is because we have burnt them so horribly before.
How often my soul visits the National Gallery, and how seldom