It Is Not Often Given

Do Not Hurry Too Fast In These Early Winter Days, - A Quiet Hour Is Worth More To You Than Anything You Can Do In It.

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

Don't Scatter Your Fire! You Are A Prose Writer: Stick To Your Own Tool!

You Never Get Over Bein' A Child Long's You Have A Mother To Go To.

It Does Seem So Pleasant To Talk With An Old Acquaintance Who Knows What You Know. I See So Many New Folks Nowadays Who Seem To Have Neither Past Nor Future. Conversation Has Got To Have Some Root In The Past, Or Else You Have Got To Explain Every Remark You Make, And It Wears A Person Out.