The Crown Of Life Is Neither Happiness

Love Needs The Stiffening Of Respect, The Give And Take Of Equality.

But To Write - That Is Grief And Labor; And To Read What One Has Written - How Unlike The Story As One Saw It; How Dull, How Spirtless - That Is Enough To Send One Weeping To Bed.

What With The Reviews Of Critics, The Sarcasms Of One's Friends, The Reproaches Of One's Own Taste, There's Precious Little Peace After Publishing A Book.

No Truth Is Strong Enough To Defeat A Well-established Legend.

Really, Trees Are Nearly As Important As Men, And Much Better Behaved.