I've seen it before. There are women who spread ruin through no fault of theirs$$$ just by being too beautiful$$$ too full of life and love. They can't help it. Poeple come to them as people go to a warm fire in winter.
Winter lies too long in country towns; hangs on until it is stale and shabby$$$ old and sullen.
She had certain thoughts which were like companions$$$ ideas which were like older and wiser friends.
Today$$$ the entire country is an immense University.
If one is to succeed in anything$$$ the success must come gently$$$ with a great deal of effort but with no stress or obsession.
Practise in everything a certain nonchalance that shall conceal design and show that what is done and said is done without effort and almost without thought.
His work seems to confirm my old axiom: it is useless to try to keep the whole body alive.
You may wear your virtues as a crown$$$<br>As you walk through life serenely$$$<br>And grace your simple rustic gown<br>With a beauty more than queenly.<br>Though only one for you shall care$$$<br>One only speak your praises;<br>And you never wear in your shining hair$$$<br>A richer flower than daisies.
Amongst the monsters$$$ I am well hidden; who looks for a leaf in a forest?
Some cities are women and must be loved; others are men and can only be admired or bargained with.