The roots of the grass strain, Tighten, the earth is rigid, waits-he is waiting- And suddenly, and all at once, the rain!
Archibald MacLeishWhat once was cuddled must learn to kiss The cold wonn's mouth. That's all the mystery.
Archibald MacLeishThe business of the law is to make sense of the confusion of what we call human life - to reduce it to order but at the same time to give it possibility, scope, even dignity.
Archibald MacLeish