Death is the advertisement, at the end of an autobiography, wherein people discover its virtues.
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 Reedit always seems to me as if the lavender was a little woman in a green dress, with a lavender bonnet and a white kerchief. She's one of those strong, sweet, wholesome people, who always rest you, and her sweetness lingers long after she goes away.
Myrtle ReedI had thought, in my blindness, that the great things were the easiest to do, but now I see that drudgery is an inseparable part of everything worth while, and the more worth while it is, the more drudgery is involved.
Myrtle Reed