“ How might you measure men beneath our skies? The shear depth of the human heart and her capacity for humbleness?Like a scientific fraction huh, but I am born of these times so forgive me that. Under t… Samuel J Dixey
“ Coyote Mountain too much for her, alone with pine trees up to your neck, wooden bench by the Pecos River which runssilver in the winter untold. Dust-bit dirt lonely Indians with wet brown bellies whic… Samuel J Dixey
“ See the whole stretched out universe twinkles in its little hopelessness and the soul needs insignificance just like our little stars do. Samuel J Dixey
