She Was A Handsome Woman Of Forty-five

We Must Beware The Revenge Of The Starved Senses, The Embittered Animal In Its Prison.

I Never Read The Life Of Any Important Person Without Discovering That He Knew More And Could Do More Than I Could Ever Hope To Know Or Do In Half A Dozen Lifetimes.

We Plan, We Toil, We Suffer - In The Hope Of What? A Camel-load Of Idol's Eyes? The Title Deeds Of Radio City? The Empire Of Asia? A Trip To The Moon? No, No, No, No. Simply To Wake Just In Time To Smell Coffee And Bacon And Eggs.

Write As Often As Possible, Not With The Idea At Once Of Getting Into Print, But As If You Were Learning An Instrument.

To Make The Most Of Christmas, Focus On Christ.