The Great Art Of Writing Is The

What Things There Are To Write, If One Could Only Write Them! My Mind Is Full Of Gleaming Thought; Gay Moods And Mysterious, Moth-like Meditations Hover In My Imagination, Fanning Their Painted Wings. But Always The Rarest, Those Streaked With Azure And The Deepest Crimson, Flutter Away Beyond My Reach.

The Ladies Who Try To Keep Their Beauty Are The Ladies Who Lose It.

There Are Few Sorrows In Which A Good Income Is Of No Avail.

Friends Such As We Desire Are Dreams And Fables, Yet We Never Quite Give Up The Hope Of Finding Them.

The Test Of A Vocation Is The Love Of The Drudgery It Involves.