Only A Woman, Divine, Could Know All

Every American Travelling In England Gets His Own Individual Sport Out Of The Toy Passenger And Freight Trains And The Tiny Locomotives, With Their Faint, Indignant, Tiny Whistle. Especially In Western England One Wonders How The Business Of A Nation Can Possibly Be Carried On By Means So Insufficient.

Most Publishers, Like Most Writers, Are Ruined By Their Successes.

If Youth Did Not Matter So Much To Itself, It Would Never Have The Heart To Go On.

Ah! The Terror And The Delight Of That Moment When First We Fear Ourselves! Until Then We Have Not Lived.

I Like Trees Because They Seem More Resigned To The Way They Have To Live Than Other Things Do.