All finite things reveal infinitude: The mountain with its singular bright shade Like the blue shine on freshly frozen snow, The after-light upon ice-burdened pines; Odor of basswood upon a mountain slope, A scene beloved of bees; Silence of water above a sunken tree: The pure serene of memory of one man,- A ripple widening from a single stone Winding around the waters of the world.

Art is our defense against hysteria and death.

A too explicit elucidation in education destroys much of the pleasure of learning. There should be room for sly hinters, masters of suggestion.

Over every mountain there is a path, although it may not be seen from the valley.

I came to love, I came into my own.

Any fool can take a bad line out of a poem; it takes a real pro to throw out a good line.

Reason? That dreary shed, that hutch for grubby schoolboys.