Life Was Resumed, And Anxious Living Blew

Love Isn't Blind; It's Only Love That Sees!

My Childhood Is Very Vivid To Me, And I Don't Feel Very Different Now From The Way I Felt Then. It Would Appear I Am The Very Same Person, Only With Wrinkles.

Some Set More By Such Things As Come From A Distance, But I Rec'lect Mother Always Used To Maintain That Folks Was Meant To Be Doctored With The Stuff That Grew Right About 'em.

If You Don't Keep And Guard And Mature Your Force, And Above All, Have Time And Quiet To Perfect Your Work, You Will Be Writing Things Not Much Better Than You Did Five Years Ago. ... You Must Write To The Human Heart, The Great Consciousness That All Humanity Goes To Make Up. Otherwise What Might Be Strength In A Writer Is Only Crudeness, And What Might Be Insight Is Only Observation; Sentimemnt Falls To Sentimentality - You Can Write About Life, But Never Write Life Itself.

The Warm Sun Kissed The Earthto Consecrate Thy Birth,and From His Close Embracethy Radiant Facesprang Into Sight,a Blossoming Delight.