Jealously Was An Unjust And Stifling Thing.

There Are Hours When I Must Force The Novel Out Of My Mind And Be Interested In The Children.

Love Grows More Tremendously Full, Swift, Poignant, As The Years Multiply.

Jealously Was An Unjust And Stifling Thing.

Work Is My Salvation. It Changes My Moods.

There Was Never An Angler Who Lived But That There Was A Fish Capable Of Taking The Conceit Out Of Him.