Like all people who try to exhaust a subject, he exhausted his listeners.
Tread Lightly, she is near Under the snow, Speak gently, she can hear The daisies grow.
Nature....she will hang the night stars so that I may walk abroad in the darkness without stumbling, and send word the wind over my footprints so that none may track me to my hurt: she will cleanse me in great waters, and with bitter herbs make me whole.
The only thing worse than quoting me, is not quoting me
Fantastic shadows of birds
I never put off till tomorrow what I can do the day after.