Hey, Mister Tambourine Man, play a song for me.
I'm not sleepy and there ain't no place I'm goin' to.
The summer looks out from her brazen tower
Through the flashing bars of July.
I decided to start anew... to accept as true my own thinking. This was one of the best times of my life.
Our bodies are worthy of white silk, dark chocolate, worthy of belly laughs, worthy of the long slow dance.
The poetry of hemlocks is deep and green,
Secret as hiding places seldom seen.
The music of hemlocks, like sound of the thrush,
Is sudden and cool in the evening hush.
Cathedrals of hemlocks invite the weary;
the quiet aisles are sanctuary.
You don't really understand human nature unless you know why a child on a merry-go-round will wave to his parents every time around--and why his parents will always wave back.
Use the talents you possess: the woods would be very silent if no birds sang there except those that sang best.
If you are planning for a year, sow rice.
If you are planning for a decade, plant trees.
If you are planning for a lifetime, educate a person.
Plans to protect air and water, wilderness and wildlife are in fact plans to protect man.
If all the cars in the United States were placed end to end, it would probably be Labor Day weekend.