It Is No Good To Think That

[on Writing:] What A Difficult Kind Of Work To Choose! But Of Course One Did Not Choose It. There Was No Choice.

Our Desires Have A Way Of Getting Bigger With Our Incomes.

Real Life Seems To Have No Plots.

Appearances Are Not Held To Be A Clue To The Truth,' Said His Cousin. 'but We Seem To Have No Other.

It Will Be A Beautiful Family Talk, Mean And Worried And Full Of Sorrow And Spite And Excitement.