And Where There Had Been

We Lived Within Two Hundred Yards Of The Sea, And Its Voice Was In Our Ears Night And Day.

What Is The Good Of Life If Its Chief Element, And That Which Must Always Be Its Chief Element, Is Odious? No, The Only True Economy Is To Arrange So That Your Daily Labor Shall Be Itself A Joy.

With My Somewhat Vague Aspiring Mind, To Be Imprisoned In The Rude Details Of A Most Material Life Was Often Irksome.

I Might Have Simply Settled Down Into An Armchair Literary Life. I Really Don't Know Exactly Why I Didn't.

And Where There Had Been Only Jeers Or Taunts At First, Crowds Came To Listen With Serious And Sympathetic Mien.