Faith to my mind is a stiffening process a sort of mental starch.
Nature has made a pebble and a female. The lapidary makes the diamond and the lover makes the woman.
To give thanks in solitude is enough. Thanksgiving has wings and goes where...
A mother's arms are made of tenderness and children sleep soundly in them.
One is not idle because one is absorbed. There is both visible and invisible...
Two obsessions are the hallmarks of Nature's artistic style.
Two things are infinite: the universe and human stupidity; and I'm not...
Praise the green earth. Chance has appointed her...
