“Los Angeles was a place after my own heart. The people were hospitable. The country had the same attraction for me that it had for the Indians who originally chose this spot as their place to live. The Los Angeles River was a beautiful, limpid little stream, with willows on its banks. It was so attractive to me that it at once became something about which my whole scheme of life was woven, I loved it so much.” PeopleHeartLittlesCountryWholeBeautifulMy OwnRiversAttractionSpotsAttractiveStreamsLos AngelesSchemesWovenPlaces To Live Author:William Mulholland
“The heart is like an instrument whose strings Steal nobler music from Life's many frets: The golden threads are spun thro' Suffering's fire, Wherewith the marriage-robes for heaven are woven: And all the rarest hues of human life Take radiance, and are rainbow'd out in tears.” HumansHeartSufferingHeavenFireTearsInstrumentsStealingGoldenHuman LifeStringsThreadRainbowWovenRobesRadianceHueSpun Book:Poems Source: Poems