Today I Stood Taller From Walking Among

People Live Through Such Pain Only Once. Pain Comes Again—but It Finds A Tougher Surface.

A Work-room Should Be Like An Old Shoe; No Matter How Shabby, It's Better Than A New One.

Late One Brilliant April Afternoon Professor Lucius Wilson Stood At The Head Of Chestnut Street, Looking About Him With The Pleased Air Of A Man Of Taste Who Does Not Very Often Get To Boston.

Most Publishers, Like Most Writers, Are Ruined By Their Successes.

Only Solitary Men Know The Full Joys Of Frienship. Others Have Their Family; But To A Solitary And An Exile, His Friends Are Everything.