Oh, This Is The Joy

A Creative Writer Can Do His Best Only With What Lies Within The Range And Character Of His Deepest Sympathies.

The Great Fact In Life, The Always Possible Escape From Dullness, Was The Lake. The Sun Rose Out Of It, The Day Began There; It Was Like An Open Door That Nobody Could Shut. The Land And All Its Dreariness Could Never Close In On You. You Had Only To Look At The Lake, And You Knew You Would Soon Be Free.

The More Observing Ones May Have Seen, But Discerning People Are Usually Discreet And Often Kind, For We Usually Bleed A Little Before We Begin To Discern.

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

Oh, The Germans Classify, But The French Arrange.