Love Isn't Blind; It's Only Love That

It Is Only Unimaginative Persons Who Can Be Really Astonished. The Imagination Can Always Outrun The Possible And Actual Sights And Sounds Of The World.

If You Don't Keep And Guard And Mature Your Force, And Above All, Have Time And Quiet To Perfect Your Work, You Will Be Writing Things Not Much Better Than You Did Five Years Ago. ... You Must Write To The Human Heart, The Great Consciousness That All Humanity Goes To Make Up. Otherwise What Might Be Strength In A Writer Is Only Crudeness, And What Might Be Insight Is Only Observation; Sentimemnt Falls To Sentimentality - You Can Write About Life, But Never Write Life Itself.

Tact Is After All A Kind Of Mind Reading.

Wrecked On The Lee Shore Of Age.

This Was One Of Those Perfect New England Days In Late Summer Where The Spirit Of Autumn Takes A First Stealing Flight, Like A Spy, Through The Ripening Country-side, And, With Feigned Sympathy For Those Who Droop With August Heat, Puts Her Cool Cloak Of Bracing Air About Leaf And Flower And Human Shoulders.