When we come to the sundown road, we need all the love we have managed to take with us from the summit of the hill.
Myrtle ReedDeath is the advertisement, at the end of an autobiography, wherein people discover its virtues.
Myrtle ReedPenetrate deeply in the secret existence of anyone about you, even of the man or woman whom you count happiest, and you will come upon things they spend all their efforts to hide. Fair as the exterior may be, if you go in, you will find bare places, heaps of rubbish that can never be taken away, cold hearths, desolate altars, and windows veiled with cobwebs.
Myrtle Reed