The heart's seasons seldom coincide with the calendar. Who among us has not been made desolate beyond all words upon some golden day when the little creatures of the air and meadow were life incarnate, from sheer joy of living? Who among us has not come home, singing, when the streets were almost impassable with snow, or met a friend with a happy, smiling face, in the midst of a pouring rain?
Myrtle ReedOne uncongenial guest can ruin a dinner more easily than a poor salad, and that is saying a great deal.
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