And at night I love to listen to the stars. It is like five hundred million little bells.

There is no growth except in the fulfillment of obligations.

I have always loved the desert. One sits down on a desert sand dune, sees nothing, hears nothing. Yet through the silence something throbs, and gleams.

The tree is more than first a seed, then a stem, then a living trunk, and then dead timber. The tree is a slow, enduring force straining to win the sky.

I shall look at you out of the corner of my eye, and you will say nothing. Words are the source of misunderstandings." -from the Fox-

The one thing that matters is the effort.

Each man carries within him the soul of a poet who died young.