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.
Logan Pearsall SmithI find a fascination, like the fascination for the moth of a star, in those who hold aloof and disdain me.
Logan Pearsall SmithThere is more felicity on the far side of baldness than young men can possibly imagine.
Logan Pearsall SmithDon't laugh at youth for his affectations; he is only trying on one face after another to find his own.
Logan Pearsall Smith