The beginnings of the creative arts as they are practiced today may stay forever hidden.
Outside of a person’s love, the most sacred thing that they can give is their labor.
Sorrow comes in great waves — no one can know that better than you — but
it rolls over us, and though it may almost smother us it leaves us on
the spot and we know that if it is strong we are stronger, inasmuch as
it passes and we remain.
The states where I've lived: Wisconsin, Washington, and California. Not great, but not too bad. Also, I was going to point out how bad certain areas of our country look, but I don't want to upset anyone.