“ (Abraham Lincoln's) weathered face was homely as a plowed field. ”
Remember that when you say ‘I will have none of this exile and this stranger for his face is not like my face and his speech is strange,’ you have denied America with that word.
~ Stephen Vincent Benét
There is a wilderness we walk aloneHowever well-companioned
As for what you're calling hard luck - well we made New England out of it. That and codfish.
Life is not lost by dying life is lost minute by minute day by day in all the thousand small uncaring ways.
