No Decent Career Was Ever Founded On

I Avoided Writers Very Carefully Because They Can Perpetuate Trouble As No One Else Can.

You’re Just The Romantic Age,” She Continued- “fifty. Twenty-five Is Too Worldly Wise; Thirty Is Apt To Be Pale From Overwork; Forty Is The Age Of Long Stories That Take A Whole Cigar To Tell; Sixty Is- Oh, Sixty Is Too Near Seventy; But Fifty Is The Mellow Age. I Love Fifty.” - Hildegarde

An Author Ought To Write For The Youth Of His Own Generation, The Critics Of The Next, And The Schoolmaster Of Ever Afterwards.

They Slipped Briskly Into An Intimacy From Which They Never Recovered.

I Can’t Exactly Describe How I Feel But It’s Not Quite Right. And It Leaves Me Cold.