There was an exquisitely beautiful conception in my brain when I did this piece of work all alone from midnight until morning after the experience of a wonderful day. But I was not able to make the consummation anywhere nearly as beautiful as the inspiration. That, I suppose, is the cry of every heart struggling for self-expression.
Gene Stratton-Porterthere was nothing in the whole world so dreadful as the power of riches wrongly used.
Gene Stratton-PorterNature can be trusted to work her own miracle in the heart of any man whose daily task keeps him alone among her sights, sounds and silences.
Gene Stratton-Porter