If it is surely the means to the highest end we know, can any work be humble or disgusting? Will it not rather be elevating as a ladder, the means by which we are translated? – Henry David Thoreau
A lot of me is very up, and you have to have light and shade. They are both important and you have to be able to balance them. You have to admit that sadness is part of you and that it enriches you. I use it in my work. – Imelda Staunton
To perceive Christmas through its wrapping becomes more difficult with every year. – E.B. White, "The Distant Music of the Hounds," The Second Tree from the
A newspaper is lumber made malleable. It is ink made into words and pictures. It is conceived, born, grows up and dies of old age in a day. – Jim Bishop
