We are dying of preconceptions, outworn rules, decaying flags, venomous religions, and sentimentalities. We need a new world. We've wrenched up all the old roots. The old men have no roots. They don't know it. They just go on talking and flailing away and falling down on the young with their tons of dead weight and their power. For the power is still there, in their life-in-death. But the roots are dead, and the land is poisoned for miles around them.
Everything drops away, comes to be unimportant in the dark. It's like sleep almost. A freedom from self, from ugliness. - Josephine Winslow Johnson
Everything drops away, comes to be unimportant in the dark. It's like sleep almost. A freedom from self, from ugliness.
- Josephine Winslow Johnson
We are dying of preconceptions, outworn rules, decaying flags, venomous religions, and sentimentalities. We need a new world. We've wrenched up all t… - Josephine Winslow Johnson
We are dying of preconceptions, outworn rules, decaying flags, venomous religions, and sentimentalities. We need a new world. We've wrenched up all t…
things that have cost more than they're worth leave a bitter taste. A taste of salt and sweat. - Josephine Winslow Johnson
things that have cost more than they're worth leave a bitter taste. A taste of salt and sweat.
Teach the legal rights of trees, the nobility of hills; respect the beauty of singularity, the value of solitude. - Josephine Winslow Johnson
Teach the legal rights of trees, the nobility of hills; respect the beauty of singularity, the value of solitude.
The question we do not see when we are young is whether we own pride or are owned by it. - Josephine Winslow Johnson
The question we do not see when we are young is whether we own pride or are owned by it.
What is sanity, after all, except the control of madness? - Josephine Winslow Johnson
What is sanity, after all, except the control of madness?
Lord make me satisfied with small things. Make me content to live on the outside of life. God make me love the rind! - Josephine Winslow Johnson
Lord make me satisfied with small things. Make me content to live on the outside of life. God make me love the rind!
The dead elm leaves hung like folded bats. - Josephine Winslow Johnson
The dead elm leaves hung like folded bats.
in mad people fear goes on constantly, night and day, wearing one ditch in the mind that all thoughts must travel in. - Josephine Winslow Johnson
in mad people fear goes on constantly, night and day, wearing one ditch in the mind that all thoughts must travel in.
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