One could do worse than be a swinger of birches.
If one by one we counted people out
All there is to writing is having ideas. To learn to write is to learn to have ideas.
The only certain freedom's in departure.
The mind-is not the heart. I may yet live, as I know others live, To wish in vain to let go with the mind- Of cares, at night, to sleep; but nothing tells me That I need learn to let go with the heart.
Nature is always hinting at us.