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
book reading mind
... the subjective viewpoint is the only one to use regarding a library. Your true library is a collection of the books you want.You may have deplorably poor taste or bad judgment. Never mind. Correct those traits before you exchange your books.
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.
book writing long
When I feel that I'm going to write a detective story, I buy a five pound box of chocolates and a ream of paper. When the candy is all gone and the paper all used up, I know that the book is long enough.
book library interest
It is the interest one takes in books that makes a library. And if a library have interest it is; if not, it isn't.
gale calm
A living gale is better than a dead calm.
infidelity wages sin
The wages of sin is alimony.
humor musician humour
musicians rarely have a sense of humour, at least, about themselves.
past people giving
In December people give no thought to the Past or the Future. They thing only of the Present.
mother society conventions
Society's the mother of convention.
fashion hate home
I hate to do what everybody else is doing. Why, only last week, on Fifth Avenue and some cross streets, I noticed that every feminine citizen of these United States wore an artificial posy on her coat or gown. I came home and ripped off every one of the really lovely refrigerator blossoms that were sewn on my own bodices.
eye wish library
... as beauty is in the eye of the beholder, the ideal library is in the wish of its maker.
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.
mother guilty-conscience invention
A guilty conscience is the mother of invention.
spring believe sublime
I don't believe the half I hear, Nor the quarter of what I see! But I have one faith, sublime and true, That nothing can shake or slay; Each spring I firmly believe anew All the seed catalogues say!