I found a strawberry blossom in a rock. I uprooted it rashly and felt as if I had been committing an outrage, so I planted it again.

It is a pleasure to a real lover of Nature to give winter all the glory he can, for summer will make its own way, and speak its own praises.

I never saw daffodils so beautiful. They grew among the mossy stones about and above them; some rested their heads upon these stones, as on a pillow, for weariness.

I've been a dweller on the plains, have sighed when summer days were gone; No more I'll sigh; for winter here Hath gladsome gardens of his own.

An injudicious and malignant enemy often serves the cause he means to injure; but a feeble friend never attains that end.

The moonlight lay upon the hills like snow.

Scotland is the country above all others that I have seen, in which a man of imagination may carve out his own pleasures; there are so many inhabited solitudes.

I think one of the dullest things in the world is a letter filled with apologies for not writing sooner.

Every question was like the snapping of a little thread about my heart.

Upon the highest ridge of that round hill covered with planted oaks, the shafts of the trees show in the light like the columns of a ruin.

I went through the fields, and sat for an hour afraid to pass a cow. The cow looked at me, and I looked at the cow, and whenever I stirred the cow gave over eating.

Dance is a game of extreme emotions and freedom of the soul, where nothing is ever the same.

Have the courage to walk in truth, the strength to love always, and the integrity to never stray away from doing so.

There are thousands of ways to get rich, but there is only one way to reach the island of happiness. You need unconditional love to reach that island.

He is a cat, Miss Lancaster. Asking him such questions is an exercise in futility.

Songwriting is like fishing in a stream; you put in your line and hope to catch something. And I don't think anyone downstream from Bob Dylan ever caught anything.

Moralistic is not moral. And as for truth - well, it's like brown - it's not in the spectrum. Truth is so generic.

The traditional statement about language is that it is in itself living, and that writing is the dead part of language.

A kid who moves is a kid who learns.

We must learn to separate need from greed...We must not allow our yearnings to exceed our earnings.

There is no society for the prevention of cruelty to women.