I... allowed my memory to journey back to the days when I was a boy of ten, full of health and optimism, when my wonder at the great game of living had yet to give way to disillusionment at its shabbiness.

Yes, I'd love to have a garden of my own--spacious, and full of everything that is fragrant and flowering. But if I don't succeed, never mind--I've still got the dream.

Readers want more of the same from you. So stick to one genre.

The more you write, the better you will write! So - keep at it!

I was nostalgic even as a young man. Preferred listening to Opera not Bing Crossby.

To be able to laugh and to be merciful are the only things that make man better than the beast

But the trees seemed to know me. They whispered among themselves and beckoned me nearer.