On that first day when we look back, either happily or with remorse, to the stony ways over which we have traveled, losing concern for that part of the journey which is yet to come, we have grown old.
Myrtle ReedAfter the door of a woman's heart has once swung on its silent hinges, a man thinks he can prop it open with a brick and go away and leave it.
Myrtle ReedBut somewhere on the great world the sun is always shining, and, just so sure as you live, it will sometime shine on you.
Myrtle Reed