the blue and cloudless day closes like the lid of a casket of jewels upon the violet rim of sea, and shuts out the light. — Margaret Deland Copy Share Image
What I object to in Mother is that she wants me to think her thoughts. Apart from the question of hypocrisy, I prefer my… — Margaret Deland Copy Share Image
Age, per se, may claim tenderness and pity, but not respect; that only comes when the years have brought humanity and wisdom and the… — Margaret Deland Copy Share Image
War is wicked, beause it is murder and hate. And it is foolish, because hate and murder can only destroy people's bodies, not change… — Margaret Deland Copy Share Image
there are few things that are more endearing than the grace of listening with attention; indeed, it is more than endearing, it is impressive… — Margaret Deland Copy Share Image
the attempt to break a habit of years is necessarily experimental. — Margaret Deland Copy Share Image
Self-sacrifice which denies common sense is not a virtue. It's a spiritual dissipation. — Margaret Deland Copy Share Image
Age, with shamefaced relief, has learned the solvent quality of Time. It is this quality which makes possible the contemplation of certain embarrassing heavenly… — Margaret Deland Copy Share Image
I have no faith in a human critter who hasn't one or two bad habits. — Margaret Deland Copy Share Image
Isn't there any statute of limitation in things spiritual? I don't believe any large mind dwells on its sins, any more than on its… — Margaret Deland Copy Share Image
To talk over a quarrel, with its inevitable accompaniment of self-justification, is too much like handling cobwebs to be very successful. — Margaret Deland Copy Share Image
... some of the things floating about in the Well of Memory are not worth recording. — Margaret Deland Copy Share Image
