At Christmas, all roads lead home. – Marjorie Holmes
What feeling is so nice as a childs hand in yours? So small, so soft and warm, like a kitten huddling in the shelter of your clasp. – Marjorie Holmes
At Christmas, all roads lead home. – Marjorie Holmes
What feeling is so nice as a childs hand in yours? So small, so soft and warm, like a kitten huddling in the shelter of your clasp. – Marjorie Holmes
And there is monologue disguised as dialogue, in which two or more men, meeting in space, speak each with himself in strangely tortuous and circuitous ways and yet imagine they have escaped the torment of being thrown back on their own resources. – Martin Buber (1878—1965), translated from German