The evils of tyranny are rarely seen but by him who resists it.

There are occasions when you can hear the mysterious language of the Earth, in water, or coming through the trees, emanating from the mosses, seeping through the under currents of the soil, but you have to be willing to wait and receive.

What is first love worth, except to prepare for a second? What does second love bring? Only regret for the first.

The best loved man or maid in the town would perish with anguish Could they hear all that their friends say in the course of a day.

It would never occur to most of us that 'plants' say anything at all, except in terms of what we read into them, or try to use them for. Yet in their responses to this wonderfully rhythmic and varying earth they are the most expressive of all forms of life.

Friends are the sunshine of life.

The evils of tyranny are rarely seen but by him who resists it.