[T]he hours are even now never so full of gain as when I give them to the sky, the sea, the open wold. Why should we grudge Nature our heart? We might as well grudge it to the God who made the world. – Adeline Sergeant, The Story of a Penitent Soul: Being the Private Papers of Mr.
No matter what you do in life, a part of you still sits at a curbside, still hearing the drumbeat of a distant parade, still waiting for it to turn the corner. – Robert Brault, rbrault.blogspot.com
I cant change overnight into a serious literary author. You cant compare apples to oranges. William Faulkner was a great literary genius. I am not. – John Grisham
