An echo of music, a face in the street, the wafer of the new moon, a wanton thought - only in the iridescence of things the vagabond soul is happy. — Logan Pearsall Smith Copy Share Image
The indefatigable pursuit of an unattainable perfection -even though nothing more than the pounding of an old piano -is what alone gives a meaning… — Logan Pearsall Smith Copy Share Image
All reformers, however strict their social conscience, live in houses just as big as they can pay for. — Logan Pearsall Smith Copy Share Image
The ladies who try to keep their beauty are the ladies who lose it. — Logan Pearsall Smith Copy Share Image
Youth is the time for adventures of the body, but age for the triumphs of the mind. — Logan Pearsall Smith Copy Share Image
Every author, however modest, keeps a most outrageous vanity chained like a madman in the padded cell of his breast. — Logan Pearsall Smith Copy Share Image
If you are losing your leisure, look out! You are losing your soul. — Logan Pearsall Smith Copy Share Image
One's own vanities and humiliations I find a delicious subject for conversation. Things said of me behind my back I don't enjoy, and don't… — Logan Pearsall Smith Copy Share Image
Those who set out to serve both God and Mammon soon discover that there isn't a God. — Logan Pearsall Smith Copy Share Image
Hearts that are delicate and kind and tongues that are neither - these make the finest company in the world. — Logan Pearsall Smith Copy Share Image
Whiskey has killed more men than bullets, but most men would rather be full of whiskey than bullets. — Logan Pearsall Smith Copy Share Image
