What things there are to write, if one could only write them! My mind is full of gleaming thought; gay moods and mysterious, moth-like meditations hover in my imagination, fanning their painted wings. But always the rarest, those streaked with azure and the deepest crimson, flutter away beyond my reach.
Logan Pearsall SmithAll our lives we are putting pennies — our most golden pennies — into penny-in-the-slot machines that are almost always empty.
Logan Pearsall SmithWhen elderly invalids meet with fellow-victims of their own ailments, then at last real conversation begins, and life is delicious.
Logan Pearsall Smith