This quote is written / told by Charles Ives between October 20, 1874 and May 19, 1954. He/she was a famous Composer from USA.
The author also have 12 other quotes.
"My sorrow, when she's here with me, thinks these dark days of autumn rain are beautiful as days can be; she loves the bare, the withered tree; she walks the sodden pasture lane"
"Rest is not idleness, and to lie sometimes on the grass under trees on a summer's day, listening to the murmur of the water, or watching the clouds float across the sky, is by no means a waste of time"
"I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin, but by the content of their character"
"As we read the school reports on our children, we realize a sense of relief that can rise to delight that thank Heaven nobody is reporting in this fashion on us"