It is extraordinary how many emotional storms one may weather in safety if one is ballasted with ever so little gold. - William McFee

Terrible and sublime thought, that every moment is supreme for some man and woman, every hour the apotheosis of some passion!

If fate means you to lose, give him a good fight anyhow.

Roses just now predominate. There is a satisfying solidity about the bunches, a glorious abundance which, in a commodity so easily enjoyed without ownership, is scarcely credible. I feel no desire to own these huge aggregations of odorous beauty. It would be like owning a harem, one imagines.