Big Thoughts, Human-sized Canvas
The most excellent talent could not produce the same effects as the most commonplace; and thus again it is as ridiculous to want to write maxims if you have not the seed within you as to expect a flower-bed to produce tulips if…
And yet if one would look down a deep well,
Even at noon, we might see these same stars,
Far fairer than the blinding blue: the Truth
Shines in the water like a dark bright eye…
“You seem to know as much as he does.” Janey said. “Why didn’t you start your own Order?”
“I thought about that,” Goninan said. “When I was young. But to acquire the position of power that Madden presently holds, I would have…”
She listened to the waves wash ashore, and the whistle of the wind as it bored through the hole in the longstone. The shingles shifted underfoot when she stepped closer. The moon was near to setting, but still visible in the…
“What do you believe? You never say anything. At the most you sometimes laugh.” I did not know how to reply, for all ideas seem equally good to me; the fact of their existence proves that someone is creating. Does it matter whether…
The wild goose is more of a cosmopolite than we; he breaks his fast in Canada, takes a luncheon in the Ohio, and plumes himself for the night in a southern bayou. Even the bison to some extent keeps pace with the seasons, cropping…
I have decided to leave Clea’s last letter un-answered. I no longer wish to coerce anyone, to make promises, to think of life in terms of compacts, resolutions, covenants. It will be up to Clea to interpret my silence according to…
Looking through the telescope, one saw a circle of deep blue and the little round planet swimming in the field. It seemed such a little thing, so bright and small and still, faintly marked with transverse stripes, and slightly flattened
Last year I began a 9/11 tradition of marking this day by starting or planting something good, to honor the dead while honoring life and new beginnings. This year I’m reaching for kindness.
You label it sour, and he adopts your symbol. If you had called these sensations respectively black and white, he would have adopted them as readily; but he would mean by black and white the same things that he means by sweet and sour. In the same way the child learns from many experiences to differentiate his feelings, and we name…
Once there was a sleepy bunny who began to yawn…
He yawned and he yawned until suddenly a bee flew into his mouth and he swallowed the bee!
“What shall I do?” he whispered to a squirrel who wasn’t …
Nhamo could recognize the footprints of everyone in the village.
Nhamo didn’t know why she had learned this. It was simply a way to calm her spirit. Her body worked all day planting…
