An ideal's love-fraught, imperious call That bides the spheres become articulate. — Josephine Preston Peabody Copy Share Image
One never learns by success. Success is the plateau that one rests upon to take breath and look down from upon the straight and… — Josephine Preston Peabody Copy Share Image
This is a marvel of the universe: To fling a thought across a stretch of sky-- Some weighty message, or a yearning cry, It… — Josephine Preston Peabody Copy Share Image
The little Road says, Go; The little House says, Stay; And oh, it's bonny here at home, But I must go away. — Josephine Preston Peabody Copy Share Image
An ideal's love-fraught, imperious call That bides the spheres become articulate. — Josephine Preston Peabody Copy Share Image
