“The past is only the present become invisible and mute; its memoried glances and its murmurs are infinitely precious.” — Mary Webb Copy Share Image
“That vivid present of theirs, how faint it grows! The past is only the present become invisible and mute, and because it is invisible and mute, its memoried glances and its murmurs are infinitely precious. We are to-morrow's past.” — Mary Webb Copy Share Image
