I get up in the morning with an idea for a three-volume novel and by nightfall it's a paragraph in my column.

Insects have their own point of view about civilization a man thinks he amounts to a great deal but to a flea or a mosquito a human being is merely something good to eat.

Life is one damned kitten after another." Mehitabel the Alley Cat

That stern and rockbound coast felt like an amateur when it saw how grim the puritans that landed on it were.

Not every woman in old slippers can manage to look like Cinderella

Give up the dream that Love may trick the fates To live again somewhere beyond the gleam Of dying stars, or shatter the strong gates Some god has builded high; give up the dream.

Nearly every night before I go to bed I ask myself, "Have I vibrated in tune with the Infinite today, or have I failed?