My Weekly Quote

A Benediction by a Negro preacher

Dear God:
We ain’t what we orta be
We ain’t what we’re gonna be
We ain’t what we wanta be
But thank God
We ain’t what we wuz

-from Eleanor Roosevelt’s purse on the day of her death

My Weekly Quote

Society is like a lawn, where every roughness is smoothed, every bramble eradicated, and where the eye is delighted by the smiling verdure of a velvet surface; he, however, who would study nature in its wildness and variety, must plunge into the forest, must explore the glen, must stem the torrent, and dare the precipice. -Washington Irving