I guess the quality that makes one write poetry keeps one from selling it.
Louise Closser Hale
2.
Love! The poor word. How it has suffered up and down the streets of the world.
Louise Closser Hale
3.
London is like a woman with too many years to encourage confession.
Louise Closser Hale
4.
The spring in Boston is like being in love: bad days slip in among the good ones, and the whole world is at a standstill, then the sun shines, the tears dry up, and we forget that yesterday was stormy.
Louise Closser Hale
5.
Even those who lose the battle are not cowards - if they have fought.
