The Inferred Is Always More Effective Than

To Comfort Any Mortal Against Loneliness, One Other Is Enough.

A Man'll Seem Like A Person To A Woman, Year In, Year Out. She'll Put Up And She'll Put Up. Then One Day He'll Do Something Maybe No Worse Than What He's Been A-doing All His Life. She'll Look At Him. And Without No Warning He'll Look Like A Varmint.

The Test Of Beauty Is Whether It Can Survive Close Knowledge.

Ants In The House Seem To Be, Not Intruders, But The Owners.

Readers Themselves, I Think, Contribute To A Book. They Add Their Own Imaginations, And It Is As Though The Writer Only Gave Them Something To Work On, And They Did The Rest.