I cannot get that beautiful afternoon out of my head, above me where I lay the grass was silhouetted against the blue of the heavens, small clouds were rushing past as the wind drove them on an endless journey. – Julia Lee-Booker, letter to Pat McSwiney, 1940 July 24
Thank God, all you who have a spark of rational piety in your hearts, for the glorious commonplace of earth and sky,—for this cloud-embosomed planet in which you pass your lives. – William Smith, Gravenhurst, or Thoughts on Good and Evil, 1862
There is a great streak of violence in every human being. If it is not channeled and understood, it will break out in war or in madness. – Sam Peckinpah