If Man Knew How Women Pass The

It Gives Men Courage And Ambition And The Nerve For Anything. It Has The Colour Of Gold, Is Clear As A Glass And Shines After Dark As If The Sunshine Were Still In It.

Bride Knoweth Bride At The Glance Of An Eye. And Between Them Swiftly Passes Comfort And Meaning In A Language That Man And Widows Wot Not Of.

You Can't Appreciate Home Till You've Left It, Money Till It's Spent, Your Wife Till She's Joined A Woman's Club, Nor Old Glory Till You See It Hanging On A Broomstick On The Shanty Of A Consul In A Foreign Town.

Each Of Us, When Our Day's Work Is Done, Must Seek Our Ideal, Whether It Be Love Or Pinochle Or Lobster à La Newburg, Or The Sweet Silence Of The Musty Bookshelves.

If You Can't Write A Story That Pleases Yourself, You Will Never Please The Public. But In Writing The Story Forget The Public.