Mary Webb

“I thought she had a good heart, though not much respectability- or maybe it was because of that.”

“We are tomorrow's past.”

“She had so deep a kinship with the trees, so intuitive a sympathy with leaf and flower, that it seemed as if the blood in her veins was not slow-moving human blood, but volatile sap.”

“Saddle your dreams before you ride em.”

“Nature's music is never over; her silences are pauses, not conclusions.”

“Give me good digestion, Lord, And also something to digest; but where and how that something comes I leave to Thee, who knoweth best.”

“If you stop to be kind, you must swerve often from your path.”

“The past is only the present become invisible and mute; and because it is invisible and mute, its memorized glances and its murmurs are infinitely precious. We are tomorrow's past.”