I Saw Myself Driving Through Eternity In

Everything In Life That We Really Accept Undergoes A Change.

I Am A Recluse At Present & Do Nothing But Write & Read & Read & Write

We Cling To Our Last Pleasures As The Tree Clings To Its Last Leaves.

Regret Is An Appalling Waste Of Energy, And No One Who Intends To Be A Writer Can Afford To Indulge In It.

Winter Is A Terrible Time For Thin People - Terrible! Why Should It Hound Them Down, Fasten On Them, Worry Them So? Why Not, For A Change, Take A Nip, Take A Snap At The Fat Ones Who Wouldn't Notice? But No! It Is Sleek, Warm, Cat-like Summer That Makes The Fat One's Life A Misery. Winter Is All For Bones.