The warm green of the grass, sprinkled with flowers of many hues, is a carpet whereon we walk with noiseless tread.

- William Wendt

I would dearly love to take up the brush again, but I realize that I am an old man and that I cannot set the world afire.

- William Wendt

No one should have to grieve alone.

- William Wendt

The perfume of the flowers and of the bay tree are wafted on high, like incense. The birds sing sweet songs of praise to their Creator. In the tops o…

- William Wendt