The talking oak To the ancient spoke. But any tree Will talk to me.

- Mary Carolyn Davies

A good dog never dies.

- Mary Carolyn Davies

Three men, together riding, Can win new worlds at their will; Resolute, neer dividing, Lead, and be victors still. Three can laugh and doom a king, T…

- Mary Carolyn Davies

The cry of my body for completeness. That is a cry to you.

- Mary Carolyn Davies

A good dog never dies. He always stays. He walks besides you on crisp autumn days when frost is on the fields and winter's drawing near. His head is …

- Mary Carolyn Davies

May I forget what ought to be forgotten; and recall, unfailing, all that ought to be recalled, each kindly thing, forgetting what might sting.

- Mary Carolyn Davies

Where weary folk toil, black with smoke, And hear but whistles scream, I went, all fresh from dawn and dew To carry them a dream. I went to bitter la…

- Mary Carolyn Davies

We are made whole by books, as by great space and the stars.

- Mary Carolyn Davies