I somehow always have this idea that as soon as I can get through this work that’s piled up ahead of me, I’ll really write a beautiful thing. But I never do. I always have the idea that someday, somehow, I’ll be living a beautiful life. And that, too ... [ellipsis in source]
ATTRIBUTION:
Rose Wilder Lane (1886–1968), U.S. author. As quoted in The Ghost in the Little House, ch. 8, by William V. Holtz (1993).
