Myrtle Reed
Myrtle Reed
Myrtle Reedwas an American author, poet, journalist, and philanthropist. She wrote a number of bestsellers and even published a series of cookbooks under the pseudonym Olive Green...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionAuthor
Date of Birth27 September 1874
CountryUnited States of America
death people virtue
Death is the advertisement, at the end of an autobiography, wherein people discover its virtues.
art circumstances ifs
Art, if it is art, will develop in whatever circumstances it is placed.
issues way littles
Making an issue of a little thing is one of the surest ways to spoil happiness.
revolution evolution
Revolution is obstructed evolution.
dream world built
Nothing in the world was ever built without a dream at the beginning.
turns corners uncertainty
when you can't see straight ahead, it's because you're about to turn a corner.
lying book world
Of all the things that make for happiness, the love of books comes first. No matter how the world may have used us, sure solace lies there.
negative morality conventions
The conventions of society are all in the interests of morality. If you're conventional, you'll be good, in a negative sense, of course.
vanity people details
It is personal vanity of the most flagrant type which intrudes itself, unasked, into other people's affairs. There are few of us who do not feel capable of ordering the daily lives of others, down to the most minute detail.
book waiting mood
A book, unlike any other friend, will wait, not only upon the hour but upon the mood.
sadness sovereign remedy
Activity is a sovereign remedy for the blues.
rain heart home
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?
journey age looks
On that first day when we look back, either happily or with remorse, to the stony ways over which we have traveled, losing concern for that part of the journey which is yet to come, we have grown old.
beautiful eye dark
When a little pleasure has flashed for a moment against the dark, I have made that jewel mine. I have hundreds of them ... I call it my Necklace of Perfect Joy. When the world goes wrong, I have only to close my eyes and remember all the links in my chain, set with gems, some large and some small, but all beautiful with the beauty which never fades. It is all I can take with me when I go. My material possessions must stay behind, but my Necklace of Perfect Joy will bring me happiness to the end, when I put it on, to be nevermore unclasped.