Oh, This Is The Joy Of The

She Had Certain Thoughts Which Were Like Companions, Ideas Which Were Like Older And Wiser Friends.

Youth, Art, Love, Dreams, True-heartedness - Why Must They Go Out Of The Summer World Into Darkness?

[dawn] Is Always Such A Forgiving Time. When That First Cold, Bright Streak Comes Over The Water, It's As If All Our Sins Were Pardoned; As If The Sky Leaned Over The Earth And Kissed It And Gave It Absolution.

Money Is A Protection, A Cloak; It Can Buy One Quiet, And Some Sort Of Dignity.

A Creative Writer Can Do His Best Only With What Lies Within The Range And Character Of His Deepest Sympathies.