In A Happy Marriage It Is The

In A Happy Marriage It Is The Wife Who Provides The Climate, The Husband The Landscape.

When I Write A Page That Reads Badly I Know That It Is Myself Who Has Written It. When It Reads Well It Has Come Through From Somewhere Else.

Everyone Alters And Is Altered By Everyone Else. We Are All The Time Taking In Portions Of One Another Or Else Reacting Against Them, And By These Involuntary Acquisitions And Repulsions Modifying Our Natures.

We Are Closer To The Ants Than To The Butterflies. Very Few People Can Endure Much Leisure.

Every Writer And Artist Wonders What In The World People Of Other Professions Can Find To Live For.