The world has different owners at sunrise... Even your own garden does not belong to you. Rabbits and blackbirds have the lawns; a tortoise-shell cat who never appears in daytime patrols the brick walls, and a golden-tailed pheasant glints his way through the iris spears.
Anne Morrow LindberghThere is no harvest for the heart alone. The seed of love must be eternally re-sown.
Anne Morrow LindberghGeniuses were like storms or cyclones, pulling everything into their path, sticks and stones and dust.
Anne Morrow Lindbergh