It was a high counsel that I once heard given to a young person, - always do what you are afraid to do.

The spring came suddenly, bursting upon the world as a child bursts into a room, with a laugh and a shout and hands full of flowers.

I shot an arrow into the air, it fell to earth, I knew not where.

The setting of a great hope is like the setting of the sun. The brightness of our life is gone. Shadows of evening fall around us, and the world seems but a dim reflection - itself a broader shadow. We look forward into the coming lonely night. The soul withdraws into itself. Then stars arise, and the night is holy.

A Lady with a Lamp shall stand In the great history of the land, A noble type of good, Heroic womanhood.

And the night shall be filled with music, And the cares, that infest the day, Shall fold their tents like the Arabs, and silently steal away.

I am never indifferent, and never pretend to be, to what people say or think of my books. They are my children, and I like to have them liked.