Men's private self-worlds are rather like our geographical world's seasons, storm, and sun, deserts, oases, mountains and abysses, the endless-seeming plateaus, darkness and light, and always the sowing and the reaping. — Faith Baldwin Copy Share Image
Autumn burned brightly, a running flame through the mountains, a torch flung to the trees. — Faith Baldwin Copy Share Image
The shadow of fear and uncertainty lies over most of us; for us the future seems far from being as clear and open as… — Faith Baldwin Copy Share Image
“It seems to me that few people walk their ways with deliberation, stopping every so often to delight in the seasons and in the… — Faith Baldwin Copy Share Image
One of the dreariest spots on life's road is the point of conviction that nothing will ever again happen to you. — Faith Baldwin Copy Share Image
Every generation proclaims that each must lead his own life, but seldom grants the subsequent generation the right to lead theirs. — Faith Baldwin Copy Share Image
I have learned over a period of time to be almost unconsciously grateful--as a child is--for a sunny day, blue water, flowers in a… — Faith Baldwin Copy Share Image
Character builds slowly, but it can be torn down within incredible swiftness. — Faith Baldwin Copy Share Image
“What I have learned from the year past is something about miracles--miracles of healing and answered prayer and unexpected happy endings. Each came quietly… — Faith Baldwin Copy Share Image
“Late last year, I spoke to a group of young married people, all its members very perturbed about the world in which we live,… — Faith Baldwin Copy Share Image
There's nothing like fishing to pass the time and to incline toward a sort of magnificent stupidity in which nothing matters but tackle, bait,… — Faith Baldwin Copy Share Image
You cannot contribute anything to the ideal condition of mind and heart known as Brotherhood, however much you preach, posture, or agree, unless you… — Faith Baldwin Copy Share Image
