When One Loves One's Art No Service

No Friendship Is An Accident.

This Fair But Pitiless City Of Manhattan Was Without A Soul ... Its Inhabitants Were Manikins Moved By Wires And Springs.

Most Wonderful Of All Are Words, And How They Make Friends One With Another.

There Is This Difference Between The Grief Of Youth And That Of Old Age; Youth's Burden Is Lightened By As Much Of It As Another Shares; Old Age May Give And Give, But The Sorrow Remains The Same.

He Seemed To Be Made Of Sunshine And Blood-red Tissue And Clear Weather.