Vague Memories Hang About The Mind Like

When You See Fair Hair Be Pitiful.

... As Usual I Am Suffering Much From Doubt As To The Worth Of What I Am Doing And Fear Lest I May Not Be Able To Complete It So As To Make It A Contribution To Literature And Not A Mere Addition To The Heap Of Books.

It Is A Wonderful Subduer-this Need Of Love, This Hunger Of The Heart.

It Is A Narrow Mind Which Cannot Look At A Subject From Various Points Of View.

For We All Of Us, Grave Or Light, Get Our Thoughts Entangled In Metaphors, And Act Fatally On The Strength Of Them.