Summer is a promissory note signed in June, its long days spent and gone before you know it, and due to be repaid next January.

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.

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

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.

The power of a boy's dream is one of life's little miracles, the way it wraps itself around the heart and remains through old age to the last breath.

The way you treat others determines the way others treat you

Where we come from... is not nearly as startling as where we are going.

Through the use of books I had the whole world at my feet: could travel anywhere, meet anyone, and do anything.

Tis easier to build two chimneys, then to maintaine one.

Just a few daily disciplines make a big difference

I remember a day and time when the streets indicated what was hot online, and now I think it's starting to reverse a little bit.

It is impossible to communicate with Schumann. The man is hopeless; he doesn't talk at all.

I not only loved studying theater, I loved being a theater major. It gave me an excuse to brood, to grow a beard, to wear black 'at' people. I didn't just want to play Hamlet, I wanted to be Hamlet.

No one thinks much about their ability to breathe; they just do it. It's when a person can't breathe, that they suddenly realize they'd been doing something truly marvelous all along.