Occupation: Writer Birth: September 7, 1903 Death: December 4, 1993
Most people do not see the world as it is. They see it as they are.
She sat still, trying to hush her secret heart..
To give an answer in advance of a question was futile, and to propound a question in order to supply the answer was also futile. There were difficult….
I gaze upon the thousand stars That fill the midnight sky; And wish, so passionately wish, A light like theirs on high. I have such eagerness of hope….
When a woman who has much to say says nothing, her silence can be deafening..
If love was a choice, who would ever choose such exquisite pain?.
Maybe selflessness was only selfishness on another level..
That roads are for journeys, ma'am, not destinations.