I Trust You As Holy Men Trust

To An Old Memory Like Mine The Present Days Are But As A Little Water Poured On The Deep.

One Soweth And Another Reapeth Is A Verity That Applies To Evil As Well As Good.

All Things Journey: Sun And Moon, Morning, Noon, And Afternoon, Night And All Her Stars; 'twixt The East And Western Bars Round They Journey, Come And Go! We Go With Them!

I Don't Want The World To Give Me Anything For My Books Except Money Enough To Save Me From The Temptation To Write Only For Money.

Every Man's Work, Pursued Steadily, Tends To Become An End In Itself, And So To Bridge Over The Loveless Chasms Of His Life.