PALM, n. A species of tree . . . of which the familiar "itching palm" ("Palma hominis") is most widely distributed . . . . This noble vegetable exude….
I despise people who depend on these things [heroin and cocaine]. If you really want a mind-altering experience, look at a tree..
I see for Nature no defeat In one tree's overthrow Or for myself in my retreat For yet another blow..
Non-co-operation and civil disobedience are but different branches of the same tree called satyagraha..
Life always bursts the boundaries of formulas. Defeat may prove to have been the only path to resurrection, despite its ugliness. I take it for grant….
And everywhere girls, tumbling from trees like orange blossoms and hitting the earth with sickening thuds. They crack open..
Do you see that tree? It is dead but it still sways in the wind with the others. I think it would be like that with me. That if I died I would still ….
It's tricky. I've never been standing at the top of the tree with tons of money thrown at me. I've never really had a profile. So in a way I have thi….
I saw them; there is nothing beautiful about them, just that they are a little higher than the others. Referring to one of the oldest and loveliest g….
Born? Hell, Babe Ruth wasn't born. He fell from a tree..
Tree limbs rise and fall like the ecstatic arms of those who have submitted to the mystical life. Leaf sounds talk together like poets making fresh m….
In an orchard there should be enough to eat, enough to lay up, enough to be stolen, and enough to rot on the ground..
Every tree, every growing thing as it grows, says THIS truth, you harvest what you sow..
Into the woods, my Master went, Clean forspent, forspent, Into the woods my Master came, Forspent with love and shame. But the olives they were not b….
Poetry is a tree with very deep roots and while there may be excitement about this or that new little branch, you're not going to make anything origi….
You're a sword not a palm tree.
Liberals are more upset when a tree is chopped down than when a child is aborted. Even if one rates an unborn child less than a full-blown person, do….
Merrily, merrily, listen to me, Flitting and flying from tree to tree. Nothing fear I, by land or sea, For God in Heaven is watching me..
The tree is a slow, enduring force straining to win the sky..
and the sad notes floated out to the patio and hung in the trees like birds too tired to fly.
But the trees seemed to know me. They whispered among themselves and beckoned me nearer..