So Janie waited a bloom time, and a green time and an orange time. But when the pollen again gilded the sun and sifted down on the world she began to stand around the gate and expect things. What things? She didn't know exactly. Her breath was gusty ...
I thought of Sammy Glick rocking in his cradle of hate, malnutrition, prejudice, suspicions, amorality, the anarchy of the poor; I thought of him as a mangy puppy in a dog-eat-dog world. I was modulating my hate for Sammy Glick from the personal to t...
When I was a little girl, everything in the world fell into either of these two categories: wrong or right. Black or white. Now that I am an adult, I have put childish things aside and now I know that some things fall into wrong and some things fall ...
THE POEMS OF OUR CLIMATE I Clear water in a brilliant bowl, Pink and white carnations. The light In the room more like a snowy air, Reflecting snow. A newly-fallen snow At the end of winter when afternoons return. Pink and white carnations - one desi...
Go, my book, and help destroy the world as it is.
Spiritual disciplines answer the shallow world.
The world cannot be translated; It can only be dreamed of and touched.
We are living in a world where moral climates have no atmosphere.
The wreckage of stars - I built a world from this wreckage.
All of us are migrants to this world for a few days!
All the effort in the world won't matter if you're not inspired.
But only a leper shows its sins to the world.
But it's the simple and the good that are meant to suffer in this world—ain't it, though!
Apparently, the world is not a wish-granting factory.
The world didn't stop because we weren't in it anymore.
Go then, there are other worlds than these.
Before I fix the world, I have to fix myself.
Remember, you are never alone in this world. Never.
World needs more angels, even plywood ones.
Reading is everything. Read to enrich your world.
Freedom to be a round peg in a square hole.
