Green is the fresh emblem of well founded hopes. In blue the spirit can wander, but in green it can rest.

There is surely no more unselfish person than the anthologist. For while all we others are striving to ensure our own immortality with eagerness, beguilements, buffooneries, loud voices, 'the sound of battle and garments rolled in blood,' the anthologist is quietly ensuring the immortality of somebody else.

Nature's music is never over; her silences are pauses, not conclusions.

Every time I meet a tree, if I am truly awake, I stand in awe before it. I listen to its voice, a silent sermon moving me to the depths, touching my heart, and stirring up within my soul a yearning to give my all.

The well of Providence is deep. It's the buckets we bring to it that are small.

If you know much about your work - why you work, how you work, your aims - you are probably not a poet.

It made me gladsome to be getting some education, it being like a big window opening.