“... not only is life put in new patterns from the air, but it is somehow arrested, frozen into form. (The leaping hare is caught in a marble panel.) A glaze is put over life. There is no flaw, no crack in the surface; a still reservoir, no ripple on its face. Looking down from the air that morning, I felt that stillness rested like a light over the earth. The waterfalls seemed frozen solid; the tops of the trees were still; the river hardly stirred, a serpent gently moving under its shimmering skin.” StillsLightEarthFacesMovingFormFeltMorningAirTreeRiversSkinsPatternsCaughtSurfaceFlawsCracksStillnessFrozenArrestedMarbleRippleSerpentReservoirsWaterfallsLooking DownHares Author:Anne Morrow Lindbergh
“Who are we? And for what are we going to fight? Are we the titled slaves of George the Third? The military conscripts of Napoleon the Great? Or the frozen peasants of the Russian Czar? No -- we are the free born sons of America; the citizens of the only republic now existing in the world; and the only people on earth who possess rights, liberties, and property which they dare call their own.” PeopleWorldEarthAmericaFightingBornLibertyRightsMilitarySonCitizensThirdsPropertySlaveDareRepublicFrozenPeasantsCzars Author:Andrew Jackson