To know after absence the familiar street and road and village and house is to know again the satisfaction of home |
To see a hillside white with dogwood bloom is to know a particular ecstasy of beauty, but to walk the gray Winter woods and find the buds which will resurrect that beauty in another May is to partake of continuity. |
Year’s end is neither an end nor a beginning, but a going on, with all the wisdom that experience can instill in us. |
You can't be suspicious of a tree, or accuse a bird or a squirrel of subversion or challenge the ideology of a violet. |