Always Keep A Window In The Attic

A Solitary Maple On A Woodside Flames In Single Scarlet, Recalls Nothing So Much As The Daughter Of A Noble House Dressed For A Fancy Ball, With The Whole Family Gathered Around To Admire Her Before She Goes.

A Swift Carriage, Of A Dark Night, Rattling With Four Horses Over Roads That One Can’t See--that’s My Idea Of Happiness.

Every Good Story Is Of Course Both A Picture And An Idea, And The More They Are Interfused The Better.

Until You Try, You Don't Know What You Can't Do.

If One Is Strong, One Loves The More Strongly.