Only The Stupid And The Phlegmatic Should

A Work-room Should Be Like An Old Shoe; No Matter How Shabby, It's Better Than A New One.

There Was Only - Spring Itself, The Throb Of It, The Light Restlessness, The Vital Essence Of It Everywhere; In The Sky, In The Swift Clouds, In The Pale Sunshine, And In The Warm High Wind - Rising Suddenly, Sinking Suddenly, Impulsive ... If I Had Been Tossed Down Blindfold On That Red Prairie, I Should Have Known That It Was Spring.

It Is Easy To Pity When Once One's Vanity Has Been Tickled.

Thirty Or Forty Years Ago, In One Those Grey Towns Along The Burlington Railroad Which Are So Much Greyer To-day Than They Were Then, There Was A House Well Know From Omaha To Denver For Its Hospitality And For A Certain Charm Of Atmosphere.

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