there was not a tree on the place, only the horrible prickly pear bushes thrusting out their distorted arms as if exulting in their own nakedness. — Ethel M. Dell Copy Share Image
“People's ways are all so different. It's rather infernal—trying to please everybody” — Ethel M. Dell Copy Share Image
“Isn't it possible—sometime—to try to know too much? There is such a thing as looking too closely, mon ami. And then we pay the… — Ethel M. Dell Copy Share Image
That's the worst of doctors. They are so keen about the body, but they don't study the soul at all. — Ethel M. Dell Copy Share Image
Quite a small spoke is enough to stop a wheel - even a mighty big wheel - if it's going too fast. — Ethel M. Dell Copy Share Image
I haven't hurt you ... if I have, it's the faithful wound of a friend. — Ethel M. Dell Copy Share Image
“The gods have sent you a gift, and because you don't know what it is made of, you are going to pull it to… — Ethel M. Dell Copy Share Image
What the world, social and political, concrete and mental, really needs is not new things, but the old things made new. — Ethel M. Dell Copy Share Image
we are all given the ingredients of happiness, but the mixing is left to ourselves. — Ethel M. Dell Copy Share Image
People have a way of thinking that everything is finished when the very best of all may yet be in store. — Ethel M. Dell Copy Share Image
