What a strange joy it was to talk, to fish gleefully into the past and fling its fragments about us, with the unfailing aroma of pleasantness that pasts always seem to possess!
Anne Bosworth Greene
What a strange joy it was to ...
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A farm is like a very large and extended baby. It takes a great deal of time and very little mentality.
Anne Bosworth Greene
The thing one resents about winter is its inactivity; the perpetual sameness of ice-armored hills and snow-blanketed woods. Great things, of course, may be going on underneath; but nature wears a mask, is icily non-committal.
Anne Bosworth Greene
a sarcastic expression, on a beast, is far more sinister than rage.
Anne Bosworth Greene
