Our very life depends on everything's Recurring till we answer from within.

Far more violence has been done in obeying the law than in breaking the law.

Freud was way off base in considering sex the fundamental motivation. The ruling passion in men is minding each other's business.

Oh, give us pleasure in the orch-ard white, Like nothing else by day, like ghosts by night.

Nothing gold can stay.

When a friend calls to me from the road And slows his horse to a meaning walk, I don't stand still and look around On all the hills I haven't hoed, And shout from where I am, What is it? No, not as there is a time to talk. I thrust my hoe in the mellow ground, Blade-end up and five feet tall, And plod: I go up to the stone wall For a friendly visit.

Our life runs down in sending up the clock. The brook runs down in sending up our life. The sun runs down in sending up the brook. And there is something sending up the sun. It is this backward motion toward the source, Against the stream, that most we see ourselves in, The tribute of the current to the source. It is from this in nature we are from. It is most us.