Autumn Arrives In The Early Morning.

Fashion Seems To Exist For An Abstract Person Who Is Not You Or Me.

It Is Not Helpful To Help A Friend By Putting Coins In His Pockets When He Has Got Holes In His Pockets.

If You Look At Life One Way, There Is Always Cause For Alarm.

There Is No End To The Violations Committed By Children On Children, Quietly Talking Alone.

The Novelist's--any Writer's--object Is To Whittle Down His Meaning To The Exactest And Finest Possible Point. What, Of Course, Isfatal Is When He Does Not Know What He Does Mean: He Has No Point To Sharpen.