A Closed Mind Is A Dying Mind.

There Are People Who Have A Penchant For Cities-more Than That, A Talent For Them, A Gift Of Sensing Them, Of Feeling Their Rhythm And Pulsebeats, As Others Have A Highly Developed Music Sense, Or Color Reaction. It Is A Thing That Cannot Be Acquired.

I Think In Order To Write Really Well And Convincingly, One Must Be Somewhat Poisoned By Emotion, Dislike, Displeasure, Resentment, Fault-finding, Imagination, Passionate Remonstrance, A Sense Of Injustice-they All Make Fine Fuel.

If Men Ever Discovered How Tough Women Actually Are, They Would Be Scared To Death.

Science Had Married The Wilderness And Was Taming The Savage Shrew.

But Always, To Her, Red And Green Cabbages Were To Be Jade And Burgundy, Chrysoprase And Prophyry. Life Has No Weapons Against A Woman Like That.