Up came the sun, and drank the dew.

What a splendid time Woo must have had.

Perfectly ordered disorder designed with a helter-skelter magnificence.

I am always watching for fear of getting feeble and passé in my work. I don't want to trickle out. I want to pour till the pail is empty, the last bit going out in a gush, not in drops.

Inspiration is intention obeyed.

There is a side of friendship that develops better and stronger by correspondence than contact.... The absence of the flesh in writing perhaps brings souls nearer.

Got a new pup. He is half griffon. The other half is mistake.