Again let us dream where the land lies sunny And live, like the bees, on our hearts' old honey, Away from the world that slaves for money-- Come, journey the way with me.

And some by hours; Some measure days by dreams And some by flowers; My heart alone records My days and hours.

At daybreak Morn shall come to meIn raiment of the white winds spun.

Into the sunset's turquoise marge The moon dips, like a pearly barge; Enchantment sails through magic seas, To fairland Hesperides, Over the hills and away.

Old homes! old hearts! Upon my soul forever Their peace and gladness lie like tears and laughter.

There are haunters of the silence, ghosts that hold the heart and brain.

This is the truth as I see it, my dear, Out in the wind and the rain: They who have nothing have little to fear, Nothing to lose or to gain.

What magic shall solve us the secretOf beauty that's born for an hour?

Some shall reap that never sow And some shall toil and not attain.

You have always understood and accepted my most genuine, most intimate impulses and responded to them with surprising accuracy. I wish all people turned into such mirrors for each other.

When people say 'let's do something about it', they mean 'let's get hold of the political machinery so that we can do something to somebody else.' And that somebody is invariably you.

The cat, it is well to remember, remains the friend of man because it pleases him to do so and not because he must.

There really wasn't an environmental movement 30 years ago. The Sierra Club national office in 1969 consisted of one full-time volunteer.

It's a process of getting to know people. That's what photography is to me. It's about paying attention, not screwing up and blowing a great opportunity.

Mainly, I try not to think about my readers as I write - I just think of my characters and myself - If they're interesting to me, my hope is that they'll be interesting to others as well.

There are some people out there who don't wait for what come next. They decide what should come next and they go and make it happen.

Be warned in time, James, and remain, as I do, incomprehensible: to be great is to be misunderstood.

Our character is mainly shaped by our primary social community - the people with whom we eat, play, converse, and study.

Why, this hath not a finger's dignity.