The Old Poets Little Knew What Comfort

It Does Seem So Pleasant To Talk With An Old Acquaintance Who Knows What You Know. I See So Many New Folks Nowadays Who Seem To Have Neither Past Nor Future. Conversation Has Got To Have Some Root In The Past, Or Else You Have Got To Explain Every Remark You Make, And It Wears A Person Out.

This Was One Of Those Perfect New England Days In Late Summer Where The Spirit Of Autumn Takes A First Stealing Flight, Like A Spy, Through The Ripening Country-side, And, With Feigned Sympathy For Those Who Droop With August Heat, Puts Her Cool Cloak Of Bracing Air About Leaf And Flower And Human Shoulders.

The Growth Of True Friendship May Be A Lifelong Affair.

You Never Get Over Bein' A Child Long's You Have A Mother To Go To.

Satisfaction, Even After One Has Dined Well, Is Not So Interesting And Eager A Feeling As Hunger.