The Heart Never Grows Old.

She Had Always Been Too Wise To Tell Him All She Thought And Felt, Knowing By Some Intuition Of Her Own Womanhood That No Man Wants To Know Everything Of Any Woman.

The Heart Never Grows Old.

In A Mood Of Faith And Hope My Work Goes On. A Ream Of Fresh Paper Lies On My Desk Waiting For The Next Book. I Am A Writer And I Take Up My Pen To Write.

I Am Mentally Bifocal.

I Learned To Distinguish Between The Two Kinds Of People In The World: Those Who Have Known Inescapable Sorrow And Those Who Have Not.