It Is Scarcely Exaggeration To Say That

Life Hurrying Past Us And Running Away, Too Strong To Stop, Too Sweet To Lose.

Most Publishers, Like Most Writers, Are Ruined By Their Successes.

Every Artist Makes Himself Born. It Is Very Much Harder Than The Other Time, And Longer.

The Air Was Cool Enough To Make The Warm Sun Pleasant On One's Back And Shoulders, And So Clear That The Eye Could Follow A Hawk Up And Up, Into The Blazing Blue Depths Of The Sky.

I Like Trees Because They Seem More Resigned To The Way They Have To Live Than Other Things Do. I Feel As If This Tree Knows Everything I Ever Think Of When I Sit Here. When I Come Back To It, I Never Have To Remind It Of Anything; I Begin Just Where I Left Off.