I Wondered If The Life That Was

Artistic Growth Is, More Than It Is Anything Else, A Refining Of The Sense Of Truthfulness.

People Have To Snatch At Happiness When They Can, In This World. It Is Always Easier To Lose Than To Find.

The End Is Nothing; The Road Is All.

Whatever Is Felt Upon The Page Without Being Specifically Named There — That, One Might Say, Is Created.

All Southern Women Wished Of Their Menfolk Was Simply To Be 'like Paris Handsome And Like Hector Brave'.