Desire Is Creation, Is The Magical Element

But She Still Had That Something Which Fires The Imagination, Could Still Stop One's Breath For A Moment By A Look Or Gesture That Somehow Revealed The Meaning In Common Things. She Had Only To Stand In The Orchard, To Put Her Hand On A Little Crab Tree And Look Up At The Apples, To Make You Feel The Goodness Of Planting And Tending And Harvesting At Last. All The Strong Things Of Her Heart Came Out In Her Body, That Had Been So Tireless In Serving Generous Emotions. It Was No Wonder That Her Sons Stood Tall And Straight. She Was A Rich Mine Of Life, Like The Founders Of Early Races.

Money Is A Protection, A Cloak; It Can Buy One Quiet, And Some Sort Of Dignity.

You Must Not Begin To Fret About The Successes Of Cheap People. After All, What Have They To Do With You?

Every Artist Makes Himself Born. It Is Very Much Harder Than The Other Time, And Longer.

A Pioneer Should Have Imagination, Should Be Able To Enjoy The Idea Of Things More Than The Things Themselves.