The morning was full of sunlight and hope.
~ Kate Chopin
She liked then to wander alone into strange and unfamiliar places. She discovered many a sunny, sleepy corner, fashioned to dream in.
She had resolved to never take another step backward.
I leave such ventures ti you younger men with the fever of life still in your blood.
To be an artist includes much, one must possess many gifts--absolute gifts--which have not been acquired by one's own effort.
She wanted to destroy something. The crash and clatter were what she wanted to hear.
But the beginning of things, of a world especially, is necessarily vague, tangled, chaotic, and exceedingly disturbing.
Don't stir all the warmth out of your coffee, drink it.
She was happy to be alive and breathing, when her whole being seemed to be one with the sunlight, the color, the odors, the luxuriant warmth of some perfect Southern day.
