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No life is so hard that you can't make it easier by the way you take it. -Ellen Glasgow.
No life is so hard that you can't make it easier by the way you take it. -Ellen Glasgow.
Where we've gotten mixed up is that we believe actions follow belief. But experience creates belief.. N. Smith -Rev Cecil read more
Where we've gotten mixed up is that we believe actions follow belief. But experience creates belief.. N. Smith -Rev Cecil Williams.
All that is gold does not glitter; not all those that wander are lost. -J.R.R. Tolkein.
All that is gold does not glitter; not all those that wander are lost. -J.R.R. Tolkein.
Sometimes men are scared of me. You become a kind of an icon on television, and people are a little read more
Sometimes men are scared of me. You become a kind of an icon on television, and people are a little bit unsure, careful. It's funny.
To begin with, our perception of the world is deformed, incomplete. Then our memory is selective. Finally, writing transforms.
To begin with, our perception of the world is deformed, incomplete. Then our memory is selective. Finally, writing transforms.
There are things known and there are things unknown, and in between are the doors of perception.
There are things known and there are things unknown, and in between are the doors of perception.
A pot clashes with its lid
In someones hurried kitchen
A telephone boils off the hook.
Outside, a car door
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A pot clashes with its lid
In someones hurried kitchen
A telephone boils off the hook.
Outside, a car door
An airplane pulls a drag of cloud.
muffled thunder.
It does no harm just once in a while to acknowledge that the whole country isn't in flames, that there read more
It does no harm just once in a while to acknowledge that the whole country isn't in flames, that there are people in the country besides politicians, entertainers, and criminals. -Charles Kuralt.
Miracles seem to rest, not so much upon faces or voices or healing power coming suddenly near to us from read more
Miracles seem to rest, not so much upon faces or voices or healing power coming suddenly near to us from far off, but upon our perceptions being made finer so that for a moment our eyes can see and our ears can hear that which is about us always. -Willa Cather.