Quotes from Mabel Osgood Wright

in the city at best one lives the life of others, the life of the shop, the street, the crowd, while in the country one must live one's own life.

what is life worth if one has nothing to give away? This lack, it seems to me, must be the sharpest pang of poverty.

even as human vitality is at its lowest ebb in the early morning, so it is with plant life in the early spring.

Mother love is invariably held sacred, as it should be, but why has father love never had its due?

It doesn't so much matter what one loves. To love is the transfiguring thing.