As I stood and watched the mists slowly rising this morning I wondered what view was more beautiful than this.

Year's end is neither an end nor a beginning but a going on, with all the wisdom that experience can instill in us.

All walking is discovery. On foot we take the time to see things whole.

No winter lasts forever; no spring skips its turn.

There it is, fog, atmospheric moisture still uncertain in destination, not quite weather and not altogether mood, yet partaking of both.

Summer ends, and Autumn comes, and he who would have it otherwise would have high tide always and a full moon every night.

You can't be suspicious of a tree, or accuse a bird or a squirrel of subversion or challenge the ideology of a violet.

A snowdrift is a beautiful thing - if it doesn't lie across the path you have to shovel or block the road that leads to your destination.

If you would know strength and patience, welcome the company of trees.

A woodland in full color is awesome as a forest fire, in magnitude at least, but a single tree is like a dancing tongue of flame to warm the heart.

April is a promise that May is bound to keep.

Who would be willing to put up with less than the desired result, if they could afford to have it done properly?

We assure you there is no separateness between you and God/Goddess/The All That Is other than your perception.

Abstract means literally to draw from or separate. In this sense every artist is abstract.

There have been a few players described as the new George Best over the years, but this is the first time its been a compliment to me.

Confidence in conversation has a greater share than wit.

What the Super Bowl did for us was give us a sense of urgency.

In the attempt to defeat death man has been inevitably obliged to defeat life, for the two are inextricably related. Life moves on to death, and to deny one is to deny the other.

Meeting someone is God's doing, but parting is what humans do themselves.

We must always take risks. That is our destiny.

And now 'tis man who dares assault the sky ... And as we come to claim our promised place, Aim only to replay the good you gave, And warm with human love the chill of space.