It is lovely, when I forget all birthdays, including my own, to find that somebody remembers me. – Ellen Glasgow
Doesnt all experience crumble in the end to mere literary material? – Ellen Glasgow

It is lovely, when I forget all birthdays, including my own, to find that somebody remembers me. – Ellen Glasgow
Doesnt all experience crumble in the end to mere literary material? – Ellen Glasgow
No matter how vital experience might be while you lived it, no sooner was it ended and dead than it became as lifeless as the piles of dry dust in a school history book. – Ellen Glasgow
Women like to sit down with trouble – as if it were knitting. – Ellen Glasgow