Poetry is the impish attempt to paint the color of the wind.Maxwell Bodenheim...
In photography, there is a reality so subtle that it becomes more real than reality.Alfred Stieglitz,...
There’s a river of darkness in my blood And through every vein, I feel the flood...
The poverty of our century is unlike that of any other. It is not, as poverty...
Oh, my ways are strange ways,and new ways and old ways,and deep ways and steep ways,and...
Life whispers.Listen closely.– i don’t know who said that...
“Everyone, at some point in their lives, wakes up in the middle of the night with...
Marilla says that a large family was raised in that old house long ago and that...
Oh, my ways are strange ways and new ways and old ways, and deep ways and...
Let your love be like the misty rains, coming softly, but flooding the river. — i...
With an eye made quiet by the power of harmony, and the deep power of joy,...