And Chaucer, With His Infantine Familiar Clasp

Much Of The Possibility Of Being Cheerful Comes From The Faculty Of Throwing Oneself Beyond Oneself.

Many A Fervid Man Writes Books As Cold And Flat As Graveyard Stones.

A Good Neighbor Sometimes Cuts Your Morning Up To Mince-meat Of The Very Smallest Talk, Then Helps To Sugar Her Bohea At Night With Your Reputation.

Like To Write? Of Course, Of Course I Do. I Seem To Live While I Write - It Is Life, For Me.

The Little Cares That Fretted Me, I Lost Them Yesterday Among The Fields Above The Sea, Among The Winds At Play.