You can't be a little bit saintly any more than you can be a little bit pregnant.
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
To have children is a double living, the earthly fountain of youth, a continual fresh delight, a volcano as well as a fountain, and also a source of … - Josephine Winslow Johnson
To have children is a double living, the earthly fountain of youth, a continual fresh delight, a volcano as well as a fountain, and also a source of …
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!
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…
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.
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.
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.
What is sanity, after all, except the control of madness? - Josephine Winslow Johnson
What is sanity, after all, except the control of madness?
The dead elm leaves hung like folded bats. - Josephine Winslow Johnson
The dead elm leaves hung like folded bats.
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