“Earth, the mother of all, Moves on her stedfast way, Gathering, flinging, sowing. Mortals, we live in her day, She in her children is growing.” WayChildrenEarthMovingMotherGrowingMortalsGatheringSowing Book:Poems of George Meredith Source: Poems of George Meredith
“pacifists lead a lonely life. Not even gathering together can take the place of that vast, warm sun of approval that is shed on motherhood, on law-abiding, on killing, and on making money. Someday will we come into our own? Well, motherhood may move into the shade. Law-abiding is going through a trauma. But killing and making money are good for a long, long time.” WellsMayLongWarTogetherMovingLawSunLong TimeLonelyKillingTraumaWarmMotherhoodMaking MoneySomedayShadeApprovalShedGatheringAbidingPacifistLonely LifeGathering Together Author:Josephine Winslow Johnson