“ One could starve to death on an enviable job — for mountain wind, for stars among pine trees, or the call of a wood-thrush to his mate. Barbara Newhall Follett
“ She would be invisible forever to all mortals, save those few who have minds to believe, eyes to see. To these she is ever present, the spirit of Nature—a sprite of the meadow, a naiad of lakes, a nym… Barbara Newhall Follett
“ Not even a cat was out. The rain surged down with a steady drone. It meant to harm New York and everyone there. The gutters could not contain it. Long ago they had despaired of the job and surrendered… Barbara Newhall Follett
“ My dreams are going through their death flurries. I thought they were all safely buried, but sometimes they stir in their grave, making my heartstrings twinge. I mean no particular dream, you understa… Barbara Newhall Follett
