The Old Poets Little Knew What Comfort

It Is A Splendid Thing To Have The Use Of Any Gift Of God. It Isn't For Us To Choose Again, Or Wonder And Dispute, But Just Work In Our Own Places, And Leave The Rest To God.

My Friends Plunged Into A Borderless Sea Of Reminiscences And Personal News.

It Is Only Unimaginative Persons Who Can Be Really Astonished. The Imagination Can Always Outrun The Possible And Actual Sights And Sounds Of The World.

The Thing That Teases The Mind Over And Over For Years, And At Last Gets Itself Put Down Rightly On Paper - Whether Little Or Great, It Belongs To Literature.

In These Days The Young Folks Is All Copy-cats, 'fraid To Death They Won't Be All Just Alike; As For The Old Folks, They Pray For The Advantage O' Bein' A Little Different.