Saddle your dreams before you ride em..

Give me good digestion, Lord, And also something to digest; but where and how that something comes I leave to Thee, who knoweth best..

If you know much about your work - why you work, how you work, your aims - you are probably not a poet..

We are tomorrow's past..

For the world is founded and built up on death, and the reality of death is neither to be questioned nor feared. Death is a dark dream, but it is not….

No accident of environment or circumstance need cut us off from nature. ... It does not matter how shut in we are. Opportunity for wide experience is….

But when you dwell in a house you mislike, you will look out of a window a deal more than those that are content with their dwelling..

Green is the fresh emblem of well founded hopes. In blue the spirit can wander, but in green it can rest..

Fragrance is the voice of inanimate things..

Who can say which is the greater sign of creative power, the sun with its planet system swinging with governed impetus to some incalculable end, or t….

The love of nature is a passion for those in whom it once lodges. It can never be quenched. It cannot change. It is a furious, burning, physical gree….

Autumn is full of leave-taking..

it is the way of lovers to think that none can bless or succour their love but their own selves. And there is a touch of truth in it, maybe more than….

There is usually no dreamer so unworldly as the anthologist. He wanders in a vast garden, lost in wonder, unable to decide often between flowers of e….

For the more a soul conforms to the sanity of others, the more does it become insane..

The well of Providence is deep. It's the buckets we bring to it that are small..

Nature's music is never over; her silences are pauses, not conclusions..

It made me gladsome to be getting some education, it being like a big window opening..

The past is only the present become invisible and mute; and because it is invisible and mute, its memorized glances and its murmurs are infinitely pr….

Autumn is full of leave-taking. In September the swallows are chattering of destination and departure like a crowd of tourists..

The more anybody wants a thing, the more they do think others want it..