“The heaven of stars bends over me in silence, a harp through which the wind of time still whispers music some hand has hushed but left there trembling-- where time has made such music!” — John Hall Wheelock Copy Share Image
The job of an editor in a publishing house is the dullest, hardest, most exciting, exasperating and rewarding of perhaps any job in the… — John Hall Wheelock Copy Share Image
Most writers are in a state of gloom a good deal of the time; they need perpetual reassurance. — John Hall Wheelock Copy Share Image
It's almost two societies, the living and the dead, and you live with them both. — John Hall Wheelock Copy Share Image
A child, when it begins to speak, learns what it is that it knows. — John Hall Wheelock Copy Share Image
“The heaven of stars bends over me in silence, a harp through which the wind of time still whispers music some hand has hushed… — John Hall Wheelock Copy Share Image
