in the city at best one lives the life of others, the life of the shop, the street, the crowd, while in the country one must live one's own life.
Mabel Osgood WrightWhy is it that so many people think that charity consists in giving away merely what they cannot use instead of the article the recipient needs?
Mabel Osgood Wrightthe various earth odors all have a separate tale to tell, and the leaf mold of the woods bears a wholly different fragrance from that of the soil under pasture turf, or the breath that the garden gives off in great sighs of relief when it is relaxed and refreshed by a summer shower.
Mabel Osgood WrightMother love is invariably held sacred, as it should be, but why has father love never had its due?
Mabel Osgood Wrightwhat is life worth if one has nothing to give away? This lack, it seems to me, must be the sharpest pang of poverty.
Mabel Osgood WrightWhy has no one written a November rhapsody with plenty of lilt and swing? The poets who are moved at all by this month seem only stirred to lamentation, giving us year end and 'melancholy days' remarks, thereby showing that theory is stronger than observation among the rhyming brotherhood, or else that they have chronic indigestion and no gardens to stimulate them.
Mabel Osgood Wright