If you would know strength and patience, welcome the company of trees.
Summer ends, and Autumn comes, and he who would have it otherwise would have high tide always and a full moon every night.
You can't be suspicious of a tree, or accuse a bird or a squirrel of subversion or challenge the ideology of a violet.
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.
Two sounds of autumn are unmistakable...the hurrying rustle of crisp leaves blown along the street...by a gusty wind, and the gabble of a flock of migrating geese.
Knowing trees, I understand the meaning of patience. Knowing grass, I can appreciate persistence.
No winter lasts forever no spring skips its turn.
In a painful time of my life I went often to a wooded hillside where May apples grew by the hundreds, and I thought the sourness of their fruit had a symbolism for me. Instead, I was to find both love...
Year's end is neither an end nor a beginning but a going on, with all the wisdom that experience can instill in us.
Each new season grows from the leftovers from the past. That is the essence of change and change is the basic law.
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...
No Winter lasts forever no Spring skips its turn. April is a promise that May is bound to keep and we know it.
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 faith rather than reason.