Success Is Never So Interesting

The Pale, Cold Light Of The Winter Sunset Did Not Beautify - It Was Like The Light Of Truth Itself.

It Is Cremated Youth. It Is All Yours--no One Gave It To You.

The Trees And Shrubbery Seemed Well-groomed And Social, Like Pleasant People.

The Two Friends Stood For A Few Moments On The Windy Street Corner, Not Speaking A Word, As Two Travelers, Who Have Lost Their Way, Sometimes Stand And Admit Their Perplexity In Silence. (o Pioneers!)

Every Artist Makes Herself Born. You Must Bring The Artist Into The World Yourself.