I don't so much mind the falling, but I do seem to select the hardest spots to light on.

the friend in need is the one who is the friend in deed; ... if people were not friends in need, there was every likelihood that they never would be friends again in any conditions that might obtain.

Tears were a blessing; they were a relief; they did wash the ache from the heart, ease brain strain, and encourage the soul.

To my way of thinking and working, the greatest service a piece of fiction can do any reader is to force him to lay it down with a higher ideal of life than he had when he took it up.

The Cardinal ... It was as if a pulsing heart of flame passed by when he came winging through the orchard.

It really seems as if failure and hardship make more of a human being of folks than success.

I write as the birds sing, because I must, and usually from the same source of inspiration.