But Youth Isn't Happy. Youth

It Was A Perfect Spring Afternoon, And The Air Was Filled With Vague, Roving Scents, As If The Earth Exhaled The Sweetness Of Hidden Flowers.

Women Like To Sit Down With Trouble - As If It Were Knitting.

Surely One Of The Peculiar Habits Of Circumstances Is The Way They Follow, In Their Eternal Recurrence, A Single Course. If An Event Happens Once In A Life, It May Be Depended Upon To Repeat Later Its General Design.

I Am Inclined To Believe That A Man May Be Free To Do Anything He Pleases If Only He Will Accept Responsibility For Whatever He Does.

For My Own Purpose, I Defined The Art Of Fiction As Experience Illuminated.