Look Bravely Up Into The

It Does Seem So Pleasant To Talk With An Old Acquaintance Who Knows What You Know. I See So Many New Folks Nowadays Who Seem To Have Neither Past Nor Future. Conversation Has Got To Have Some Root In The Past, Or Else You Have Got To Explain Every Remark You Make, And It Wears A Person Out.

Tact Is After All A Kind Of Mind Reading.

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.

Some Set More By Such Things As Come From A Distance, But I Rec'lect Mother Always Used To Maintain That Folks Was Meant To Be Doctored With The Stuff That Grew Right About 'em.

Write It As It Is, Don't Try To Make It Like This Or That. You Can't Do It In Anybody Else's Way-you Will Have To Make A Way Of Your Own.