While we ourselves are the living graves of murdered animals, how can we expect any ideal living conditions on this earth?
I suppose any note, no matter how sour, sounds like a song if you hold onto it long enough.
I like to see a home like this, a home connected with people's thoughts and work, things they love.
Animals are ever so psychic. There are some people who just can't come in here. The cats particularly seem to know. You can fool everybody, but landy M deary-me, you can't fool a cat. They seem to know who's not right, if you know what I mean.
I quite agree with you. The sun is not kind. God should use a rose amber spot.
Even as fog continues to lie in the valleys, so does ancient sin cling to the low places, the depressions in the world consciousness.
What does one tell a husband? One tells him nothing.
I like the Bible folded between lids of cloth, or calfskin, or morocco, but I like it better when, in the shape of a man, it goes out into the world-a Bible illustrated.
The demand to be safe in a relationship inevitably breeds sorrow and fear.
To make the child in your own image is a capital crime, for your image is not worth repeating. The child knows this and you know it. Consequently you hate each other.
A certain type of man, when he loves for the first time, his love is not really love, it is possession. Possessions don't have rights or feelings; they are something to owned and controlled. He had spent more than a year trying to do just that, and failing.