Let A Joy Keep You. Reach Out

I Cried Over Beautiful Things, Knowing No Beautiful Thing Lasts.

Now Is The Time. It Is Never Too Late To Start Something.

I Knew I Would Read All Kinds Of Books And Try To Get At What It Is That Makes Good Writers Good. But I Made No Promises That I Would Write Books A Lot Of People Would Like To Read.

There Is No Song To Your Singing.

I Decided I Would Go To Chicago And Try My Luck As A Writer After Those Eight Months As A Fireman.