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No winter lasts forever; no spring skips its turn.
Knowing trees, I understand the meaning of patience. Knowing grass, I can appreciate persistence.
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.
You can't be suspicious of a tree, or accuse a bird or a squirrel of subversion or challenge the ideology of a violet.
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... →
If you would know strength and patience, welcome the company of trees.
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.
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.
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... →
Summer ends, and Autumn comes, and he who would have it otherwise would have high tide always and a full moon every night.
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... →
April is a promise that May is bound to keep.
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