O Earth, O Earth, return! Arise from out the dewy grass; Night is worn; And the morn Rises from the slumbrous mass.

The hours of folly are measured by the clock; but of wisdom, no clock can measure.

Gratitude is heaven itself.

Everything is beautiful in its own way. Exuberance is beauty.

Exuberance is beauty.

My mother groaned, my father wept, into the dangerous world I leapt.

The tree which moves some to tears of joy is in the eyes of others only a green thing that stands in the way. Some see nature all ridicule and deformity... and some scarce see nature at all. But to the eyes of the man of imagination, nature is imagination itself.