Forever is composed of nows.
(December 10, 1830 - May 15, 1886)
I'm nobody! Who are you? Are you nobody, too? Then there's a pair of us - don't tell! They'd banish us, you know
Love is anterior to life, posterior to death, initial of creation, and the exponent of breath.
Dwell in possibility.
When you get into a tight place and everything goes against you, till it seems as though you could not hold on a minute longer, never give up then, for that is just the place and time that the tide will turn.
Harriet Beecher Stowe
(June 14, 1811 - July 01, 1896)
It is folly for a man to pray to the gods for that which he has the power to obtain by himself.
It's a whole shift in the community's thinking about animals. There's a shift to finding humane compromises. That's tremendous.
The air was soft, the stars so fine, the promise of every cobbled alley so great that I thought I was in a dream.