Too Much Information Is Rather Deadening.

There Was A New Kind Of Strength In The Gravity Of Her Face, And Her Colors Still Gave Her That Look Of Deep-seated Health And Ardor.

Sometimes," I Ventured, "it Doesn't Occur To Boys That Their Mother Was Ever Young And Pretty. . . I Couldn't Stand It If You Boys Were Inconsiderate, Or Thought Of Her As If She Were Just Somebody Who Looked After You. You See I Was Very Much In Love With Your Mother Once, And I Know There's Nobody Like Her.

Success Is Less Interesting Than Struggle. There Is Great Pleasure In The Effort.

If Youth Did Not Matter So Much To Itself, It Would Never Have The Heart To Go On.

The World Is Little, People Are Little, Human Life Is Little. There Is Only One Big Thing — Desire.