It was a cold day but the sun was out and the trees were like great bonfires against gray distant fields and hills.
Sherwood AndersonThe lives of people are like young trees in a forest. They are being choked by climbing vines. The vines are old thoughts and beliefs planted by dead men.
Sherwood AndersonIt might be that women who have beennurses should not marry physicians. They have too much respect for physicians, are taughtto have too much respect
Sherwood AndersonFrom the place by the railing at the edge of the tracks on the summer evening I return across the city to my own room. I am vividly aware of my own life that escaped the winter on the boat. How many such lives I have lived. Then I only made a dollar and a half a day and now I sometimes make more than that in a few minutes. How wonderful to be able to write words. ... Again I begin the endless game of reconstructing my own life, jerking it out of the shell that dies, striving to breathe into it beauty and meaning. ... I wonder why my life, why all lives, are not more beautiful.
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