The river itself portrays humanity precisely, with its tortuous windings, its accumulation of driftwood, its unsuspected depths, and its crystalline shallows, singing in the Summer sun. Barriers may be built across its path, but they bring only power, as the… — Myrtle Reed Copy Share Image
The heart's seasons seldom coincide with the calendar. Who among us has not been made desolate beyond all words upon some golden day when the little creatures of the air and meadow were life incarnate, from sheer joy of living?… — Myrtle Reed Copy Share Image
When a little pleasure has flashed for a moment against the dark, I have made that jewel mine. I have hundreds of them ...… — Myrtle Reed Copy Share Image
When we get civilised, I believe children will go by number until they get old enough to choose their own names. — Myrtle Reed Copy Share Image
Lots of people think they're charitable if they give away their old clothes and things they don't want. — Myrtle Reed Copy Share Image
All we can do in this world is the thing that seems to us the best. We have no concern with the results, except… — Myrtle Reed Copy Share Image
Sins of commission are far more productive of happiness than the sins of omission. — Myrtle Reed Copy Share Image
Legislation may at times be disobeyed, but never law, for the breaking brings swift punishment of its own. — Myrtle Reed Copy Share Image
Home is a place where we all do as we please - usually regardless of the others. — Myrtle Reed Copy Share Image
