What do we plant when we plant the tree? We plant the ship that will cross the sea, we plant the mast to carry the sails, we plant the planks to withstand the gales--the keel, the keelson, and beam and knee--we plant the ship when we plant the tree.
Life is the wave's deep whisper on the shore Of a great sea beyond. - Henry Abbey
Life is the wave's deep whisper on the shore Of a great sea beyond.
- Henry Abbey
What do we plant when we plant a tree? A thousand things that we daily see, We plant the spire that out-towers the crag, We plant the staff for… - Henry Abbey
What do we plant when we plant a tree? A thousand things that we daily see, We plant the spire that out-towers the crag, We plant the staff for…
The noblest works of human art and pride show that their makers were not satisfied. - Henry Abbey
The noblest works of human art and pride show that their makers were not satisfied.
The end we know not; but we wander on, Down the regretful wilderness of time. - Henry Abbey
The end we know not; but we wander on, Down the regretful wilderness of time.
Love is the key-note of the universe-- The theme, the melody. - Henry Abbey
Love is the key-note of the universe-- The theme, the melody.
What do we plant when we plant the tree? We plant the ship that will cross the sea, we plant the mast to carry the sails, we plant the planks to with… - Henry Abbey
What do we plant when we plant the tree? We plant the ship that will cross the sea, we plant the mast to carry the sails, we plant the planks to with…
Behold the grapes and all the fruits that Autumn gives today, As robed in red and gold, she rules, the Empress of Decay! - Henry Abbey
Behold the grapes and all the fruits that Autumn gives today, As robed in red and gold, she rules, the Empress of Decay!
Our yesterdays Are like a lonely and a ruined land Wherein a breeze of recollection sighs-- A fading land to which is no return. - Henry Abbey
Our yesterdays Are like a lonely and a ruined land Wherein a breeze of recollection sighs-- A fading land to which is no return.
All governments, Books, customs, buildings, railways, ships, and all the stark realities that men have made, Are but imagination's utterances. - Henry Abbey
All governments, Books, customs, buildings, railways, ships, and all the stark realities that men have made, Are but imagination's utterances.
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