This body, full of faults, Has yet one great quality: Whatever it encounters in this temporal life depends upon one's actions.

For flowers that bloom about our feet; For tender grass, so fresh, so sweet; For song of bird, and hum of bee; For all things fair we hear or see, Father in heaven, we thank Thee!

The end of the human race will be that it will eventually die of civilization.

In order for one to learn the important lessons of life, one must first overcome a fear each day.

At the gates of the forest, the surprised man of the world is forced to leave his city estimates of great and small, wise and foolish.

Artists must be sacrificed to their art.

Poetry makes its own pertinence, and a single stanza outweighs a book of prose.