“A good dog never dies. He always stays. He walks besides you on crisp autumn days when frost is on the fields and winter's drawing near. His head is within our hand in his old way.” — Mary Carolyn Davies Copy Share Image
“We are made whole By books, as by great spaces and the stars” — Mary Carolyn Davies Copy Share Image
Three men, together riding, Can win new worlds at their will; Resolute, neer dividing, Lead, and be victors still. Three can laugh and doom… — Mary Carolyn Davies Copy Share Image
Where weary folk toil, black with smoke, And hear but whistles scream, I went, all fresh from dawn and dew To carry them a… — Mary Carolyn Davies Copy Share Image
May I forget what ought to be forgotten; and recall, unfailing, all that ought to be recalled, each kindly thing, forgetting what might sting. — Mary Carolyn Davies Copy Share Image
The talking oak To the ancient spoke. But any tree Will talk to me. — Mary Carolyn Davies Copy Share Image
“A good dog never dies. He always stays. He walks besides you on crisp autumn days when frost is on the fields and winter's… — Mary Carolyn Davies Copy Share Image
