April is a promise that May is bound to keep.
No winter lasts forever; no spring skips its turn.
I have learned to use the word 'impossible' with the greatest caution.
If you would know strength and patience, welcome the company of trees.
Year's end is neither an end nor a beginning but a going on, with all the wisdom that experience can instill in us.
You can't be suspicious of a tree, or accuse a bird or a squirrel of subversion or challenge the ideology of a violet.
Summer ends, and Autumn comes, and he who would have it otherwise would have high tide always and a full moon every night.
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.
There are no limits to either time or distance, except as man himself may make them. I have but to touch the wind to know these things.
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.