Love Is A Beautifier.

Now And Then Genius Carries All Before It, But Not Often. We Have To Climb Slowly, With Many Slips And Falls.

Every Few Weeks She Would Shut Herself Up In Her Room, Put On Her Scribbling Suit, And Fall Into A Vortex, As She Expressed It, Writing Away At Her Novel With All Her Heart And Soul, For Till That Was Finished She Could Find No Peace.

Some People Seemed To Get All Sunshine, And Some All Shadow.

I Am Angry Nearly Every Day Of My Life, But I Have Learned Not To Show It; And I Still Try To Hope Not To Feel It, Though It May Take Me Another Forty Years To Do It.

When We Make Little Sacrifices We Like To Have Them Appreciated, At Least.