Nothing is invented and brought to perfection all at once.

If I live to be old enough, I may sit down under some bush, the last left in the utilitarian world, and feel thankful that intellect in its march has spared one vestige of the ancient forest for me to die by.

The ills of discrimination are still with us. We have to continue the tenacity and vigilance of the 1960s. Racial understanding is not something we find; it's something we create.

It is the sky that makes the earth so lovely at sunrise, and so splendid at sunset. In the one it breathes over the earth the crystal-like ether, in the other the liquid gold.

To walk with nature as a poet is the necessary condition of a perfect artist.

We are still in Eden; the wall that shuts us out is our own ignorance and folly.

How I have walked... day after day, and all alone, to see if there was not something among the old things which was new!