O hushed October morning mild, Begin the hours of this day slow, Make the day seem to us less brief... Retard the sun with gentle mist; Enchant the land with amethyst.

Forgive me my nonsense, as I also forgive the nonsense of those that think they talk sense.

We dance round in a ring and suppose, but the secret sits in the middle and knows.

How many times it thundered before Franklin took the hint! How many apples fell on Newton's head before he took the hint! Nature is always hinting at us. It hints over and over again. And suddenly we take the hint.

If there is one thing in life that I have learned about life it is... it goes on.

You're always believing ahead of your evidence. What was the evidence I could write a poem? I just believed it. The most creative thing in us is to believe in a thing.

Nature's first green is gold.