Carolyn Wells
Carolyn Wells
Carolyn Wellswas an American author and poet. Born in Rahway, New Jersey, she was the daughter of William E. and Anna Wells. She died at the Flower-Fifth Avenue Hospital in New York City in 1942...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionAuthor
Date of Birth18 June 1862
CountryUnited States of America
rewards virtue
Reward is its own virtue.
perseverance firsts principles
One of the first principles of perseverance is to know when to stop persevering.
patriotism sin multitudes
Patriotism covers a multitude of sins.
nature unnatural
At times there is nothing so unnatural as nature.
wall broke abode
Wall Street. - The abode of the Brokers and the Broke.
body magazines literature
What is a magazine? A small body of Literature entirely surrounded by advertisements.
infidelity wages sin
The wages of sin is alimony.
gale calm
A living gale is better than a dead calm.
book thinking numbers
I think, for the rest of my life, I shall refrain from looking up things. It is the most ravenous time-snatcher I know. You pull one book from the shelf, which carries a hint or a reference that sends you posthaste to another book, and that to successive others. It is incredible, the number of books you hopefully open and disappointedly close, only to take down another with the same result.
people crowds born
All through the nineties I met people. Crowds of people. Met and met and met, until it seemed that people were born and hastily grew up, just to be met.
boston honor profit
A profit is not without honor save in Boston.
friendship book giving
There are many ways of discarding [books]. You can give them to friends,--or enemies,--or to associations or to poor Southern libraries. But the surest way is to lend them. Then they never come back to bother you.
book reading thinking
I view askance a book that remains undisturbed for a year. Oughtn't it to have a ticket of leave? I think I may safely say no bookin my library remains unopened a year at a time, except my own works and Tennyson's.
fun halloween believe
You wouldn't believe On All Hallow Eve What lots of fun we can make, With apples to bob, And nuts on the hob, And a ring-and-thimble cake.