Anne Bosworth Greene Quotes

November at its best - with a sort of delightful menace in the air.

I love old moons. There is something humanized about them; they are dulled a little, and rich in color. One can stare all night at an old moon.

Songs are usually unfit for whistling - indeed, whistling (except to the person doing it) is unbearable.

a sarcastic expression, on a beast, is far more sinister than rage.

Fingers get habits - have memories of their own.

A farm is like a very large and extended baby. It takes a great deal of time and very little mentality.

What a strange joy it was to talk, to fish gleefully into the past and fling its fragments about us, with the unfailing aroma of pleasantness that pasts always seem to possess!

How different a loved and familiar spot appears, when viewed with the eye of probable guests.

the breeze brought us a faint sound, as of a distant rat, a huge and mystic rat, gnawing, maybe, at the horizon!

timeliness is an enemy to art.