Nothing living should ever be treated with contempt. Whatever it is that lives, a man, a tree, or a bird, should be touc — Elizabeth Goudge, Green Dolphin Street
Nothing living should ever be treated with contempt. Whatever it is that lives, a man, a tree, or a bird, should be touc — Elizabeth Goudge, Green Dolphin Street
Nothing living should ever be treated with contempt. Whatever it is that lives, a man, a tree, or a bird, should be touc — Elizabeth Goudge, Green Dolphin Street
Nothing living should ever be treated with contempt. Whatever it is that lives, a man, a tree, or a bird, should be touc — Elizabeth Goudge, Green Dolphin Street
Nothing living should ever be treated with contempt. Whatever it is that lives, a man, a tree, or a bird, should be touc — Elizabeth Goudge, Green Dolphin Street
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Nothing living should ever be treated with contempt. Whatever it is that lives, a man, a tree, or a bird, should be touched gently, because the time is short. Civilization is another word for respect for life...

— Elizabeth Goudge, Green Dolphin Street
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