The Wise Traveler Is He Who Is

I Suppose The Pleasure Of Country Life Lies Really In The Eternally Renewed Evidences Of The Determination To Live.

I Miss You Even More Than I Could Have Believed; And I Was Prepared To Miss You A Good Deal.

Prose Is A Poor Thing, A Poor Inadequate Thing, Compared With Poetry Which Says So Much More In Shorter Time.

It Is Dreadful How I Miss You, And Everything That Everybody Says Seems Flat And Stupid.

Women, Like Men, Ought To Have Their Years So Glutted With Freedom That They Hate The Very Idea Of Freedom.