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. Mary Webb glanceinfinitelyinvisible Change image and share on social
Give me good digestion, Lord, And also something to digest; but where and how that something comes I leave to Thee, who knoweth best. Mary Webb digestdigestiongive Change image and share on social
Nature's music is never over; her silences are pauses, not conclusions. Mary Webb conclusionmusicnature Change image and share on social
If you stop to be kind, you must swerve often from your path. Mary Webb kindpathstop Change image and share on social
