The Old Poets Little Knew What Comfort

Wrecked On The Lee Shore Of Age.

You Must Find Your Own Quiet Center Of Life, And Write From That To The World.

Tact Is After All A Kind Of Mind Reading.

Conversation's Got To Have Some Root In The Past, Or Else You've Got To Explain Every Remark You Make, An' It Wears A Person Out.

Who Was It Said That You Never Get To A Place Until A Day After You Come, Nor Leave It Until A Day After You Go?