An Author's First Duty Is To Let

No Man Can Discover His Own Talents.

The Sun Was In Mind To Come Out But Having A Look At The Weather It Was In Lost Heart And Went Back Again.

Nothing Hurts More Than The Friendly Letter That One Never Got Around To Writing.

I Am Married To Beatrice Salkeld, A Painter. We Have No Children, Except Me.

I Wish I'd Been A Mixed Infant.