The naturalistic literature of this country has reached such a state that no family of characters is considered true to life which does not include at least two hypochondriacs, one sadist, and one old man who spills food down the front of his vest. – Robert Benchley
Let your bookcases and your shelves be your gardens and your pleasure-grounds. Pluck the fruit that grows therein, gather the roses, the spices, and the myrrh. – Judah Ibn Tibbon
Earth and rain—dust and desire—what mingled odor of these is not sweet? – Virginia Garland, “The Rain,” Out West: A Magazine of the Old Pacific and the Ne
