Who can say which is the greater sign of creative power, the sun with its planet system swinging with governed impetus to some incalculable end, or the gold sallow catkin with its flashing system of little flies? — Mary Webb Copy Share Image
There is usually no dreamer so unworldly as the anthologist. He wanders in a vast garden, lost in wonder, unable to decide often between… — Mary Webb Copy Share Image
There is surely no more unselfish person than the anthologist. For while all we others are striving to ensure our own immortality with eagerness,… — Mary Webb Copy Share Image
But when you dwell in a house you mislike, you will look out of a window a deal more than those that are content… — Mary Webb Copy Share Image
For the world is founded and built up on death, and the reality of death is neither to be questioned nor feared. Death is… — Mary Webb Copy Share Image
“I'd laboured over it a long while, and labour brings a thing near the heart's core.” — Mary Webb Copy Share Image
It made me gladsome to be getting some education, it being like a big window opening. — Mary Webb Copy Share Image
“[...]we are all as full of echoes as a rocky wood--echoes of the past, reflex echoes of the future, and echoes of the soil… — Mary Webb Copy Share Image
“I've thought since that when folk grumble about this and that and be not happy, it is not the fault of creation, that is… — Mary Webb Copy Share Image
Green is the fresh emblem of well founded hopes. In blue the spirit can wander, but in green it can rest. — Mary Webb Copy Share Image
“He was ever a strong man, which is almost the same, times, as to say a man with little time for kindness. For if… — Mary Webb Copy Share Image
The love of nature is a passion for those in whom it once lodges. It can never be quenched. It cannot change. It is… — Mary Webb Copy Share Image
“You wasn't made like watch-dogs and house-cats and cows. You was made a fox, and you be a fox, and its queer-like to me,… — Mary Webb Copy Share Image
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