Even as fog continues to lie in the valleys, so does ancient sin cling to the low places, the depressions in the world consciousness.

I quite agree with you. The sun is not kind. God should use a rose amber spot.

Animals are ever so psychic. There are some people who just can't come in here. The cats particularly seem to know. You can fool everybody, but landy M deary-me, you can't fool a cat. They seem to know who's not right, if you know what I mean.

I suppose any note, no matter how sour, sounds like a song if you hold onto it long enough.

I like to see a home like this, a home connected with people's thoughts and work, things they love.

What does one tell a husband? One tells him nothing.

Even as fog continues to lie in the valleys, so does ancient sin cling to the low places, the depressions in the world consciousness.