Honoré Willsie,
The Adopted Mother
(1922)
“ They pitied the boss. They considered me as a poor, well-meaning nut. Why, why, with a so-called art which, they said, some people at least liked, why jeopardize it by an act like this? Good heavens! as if talent was so fragile a thing that a child riproaring about the house could destroy it! If my talent was of so frail an order, it was not art at all that I was cultivating, but sickly temperament, and the sooner I discovered it and changed my work, the better. The happiest thing about life is that nothing lasts forever. How unendurable living would be if this were not so. ”
