To hear that your neighbor was worse off than yourself was not an altogether unpleasant experience.

- Lizette Woodworth Reese

None of us ever escape the first few years of our lives. They make a mould into which we are cast, and though it may be broken, and we turned loose, …

- Lizette Woodworth Reese

Glad that I live am I; That the sky is blue; Glad for the country lanes, And the fall of dew.

- Lizette Woodworth Reese

I wonder at the idleness of tears.

- Lizette Woodworth Reese

The old faiths light their candles all about, but burly Truth comes by and puts them out.

- Lizette Woodworth Reese

For poetry, more than any other art, except music, has a compelling hold upon the spiritual side of life.

- Lizette Woodworth Reese

Thrice blessed are they whose early years are spent in some countryside. The flowering and withering of the seasons, and every exquisite sound and si…

- Lizette Woodworth Reese

The sun pours out like wine.

- Lizette Woodworth Reese

A child without an acquaintance of some kind with a classic of literature ... suffers from that impoverishment for the rest of his life. No later int…

- Lizette Woodworth Reese