The things we felt most are hardest to put into words. Hate is always easier to speak of than love. How shall I make love go through the sieve of words and come out something besides a pulp?

The earth was overwhelmed with beauty and indifferent to it, and I went with a heart ready to crack for its unbearable loveliness.

Teach the legal rights of trees, the nobility of hills; respect the beauty of singularity, the value of solitude.

New gods arise when they are needed.

The things we felt most are hardest to put into words. Hate is always easier to speak of than love. How shall I make love go through the sieve of words and come out something besides a pulp?

in mad people fear goes on constantly, night and day, wearing one ditch in the mind that all thoughts must travel in.

The dead elm leaves hung like folded bats.