the occasional cries of a lost loon, strayed from its flock in northern migration, fill the swamp with sounds of wailing.
Gene Stratton-Porterit takes the very wisest person there is to know when to talk, and when to keep still.
Gene Stratton-PorterWe never know the timber of a man's soul until something cuts into him deeply and brings the grain out strong. You've the making of a mighty fine piece of furniture.
Gene Stratton-PorterSometimes it seems to me that the more we get hurt in this world the decenter it makes us.
Gene Stratton-Porter