I Suppose There Were Moonless Nights And

Youth, When It Is Hurt, Likes To Feel Itself Betrayed.

The Summer Moon Hung Full In The Sky. For The Time Being It Was The Great Fact Of The World.

Imagination, Which Is A Quality Writers Must Have, Does Not Mean The Ability To Weave Pretty Stories Out Of Nothing. In The Right Sense, Imagination Is A Response To What Is Going On — A Sensitiveness To Which Outside Things Appeal. It Is A Composition Of Sympathy And Observation.

Loyal? As Loyal As Anyone Who Plays Second Fiddle Ever Is.

For Ever And Anon The Soul Becomes Weary Of The Conventions That Are Not Of It, And With A Single Stroke Shatters The Civilized Lies With Which It Is Unable To Cope, And The Strong Arm Reaches Out And Takes By Force What It Cannot Win By Cunning.