Waiting Is Far More Difficult Than Doing.

. . . It Seemed To Me That Where Others Had Prayed Before To Their God, In Their Joy Or In Their Agony, Was Of Itself A Sacred Place.

But I Was Right. I Think That Must Be An Hereditary Quality, For My Father Says He Is Scarcely Ever Wrong.

Well, He Had Known What Love Was-a Sharp Pang, A Fierce Experience, In The Midst Of Whose Flames He Was Struggling! But, Through That Furnace He Would Fight His Way Out Into The Serenity Of Middle Age,-all The Richer And More Human For Having Known This Great Passion.

I Never Did Write A Biography, And I Don't Exactly Know How To Set About It; You See I Have To Be Accurate And Keep To The Facts, A Most Difficult Thing For A Writer Of Fiction.

A Girl In Love Will Do A Good Deal.