A snowdrift is a beautiful thing - if it doesn't lie across the path you have to shovel or block the road that leads to your destination |
A woodland in full color is awesome as a forest fire, in magnitude at least, but a single tree is like a dancing tongue of flame to warm the heart. |
April is a promise that May is bound to keep. |
For all his learning or sophistication, man still instinctively reaches towards that force beyond. Only arrogance can deny its existence, and the denial falters in the face of evidence on every hand. In every tuft of grass, in every bird, in every opening bud, there it is. |
If you would know strength and patience, welcome the company of trees. |
Knowing trees, I understand the meaning of patience. Knowing grass, I can appreciate persistence. |
Knowing trees, I understand the meaning of patience. Knowing grass, I can appreciate persistence. |
Man is wise and constantly in quest of more wisdom; but the ultimate wisdom, which deals with beginnings, remains locked in a seed. There it lies, the simplest fact of the universe and at the same time the one which calls forth faith rather than reason. |
No winter lasts forever; no spring skips it's turn. |
October is the fallen leaf, but it is also a wider horizon more clearly seen. It is the distant hills once more in sight, and the enduring constellations above them once again. |
Summer ends, and Autumn comes, and he who would have it otherwise would have high tide always and a full moon every night |
Summer is a promissory note signed in June, its long days spent and gone before you know it, and due to be repaid next January. |
There are no limits to either time or distance, except as man himself may make them. I have but to touch the wind to know these things. |
There are no limits to either time or distance, except as man himself may make them. I have but to touch the wind to know these things. |
To know after absence the familiar street and road and village and house is to know again the satisfaction of home |