The ills of discrimination are still with us. We have to continue the tenacity and vigilance of the 1960s. Racial understanding is not something we find; it's something we create.

It is the sky that makes the earth so lovely at sunrise, and so splendid at sunset. In the one it breathes over the earth the crystal-like ether, in the other the liquid gold.

We are still in Eden; the wall that shuts us out is our own ignorance and folly.

To walk with nature as a poet is the necessary condition of a perfect artist.

How lovely are the portals of the night, when stars come out to watch the daylight die.

Amid those scenes of solitude... the mind is cast into the contemplation of eternal things.

Overall, rocks, wood and water, brooded the spirit of repose, and the silent energy of nature stirred the soul to its innermost depths.

None know how often the hand of God is seen in a wilderness but them that rove it for a man's life.

If the imagination is shackled, and nothing is described but what we see, seldom will anything truly great be produced either in Painting or Poetry

Nothing is invented and brought to perfection all at once.

I never succeed in painting scenes, however beautiful, immediately upon returning from them. I must wait for a time to draw a veil over the common details.

If you follow, practice and live ‘Ownership’, you have arrived in Life

He had no big plan for this. He had not prepared for the day when he would be fighting his own work. He had not plotted against his own plots.

You can only access the beautiful world through faith by truthfully embracing beauty and caring.

Parrots make great pets. They have more personality than goldfish.

If Nightcloud were a gentle, loving cat like Leafpool, or feisty and warmhearted like Squirrelflight, it would be easier to feel sorry for her.

I've yet to meet a writer who could change water into wine, and we have a tendency to treat them like that.

I'm so programmed to getting up early that I like to make the most of the day.

The duty of the words is to say just as much as the music has left unsaid and no more.

What stays with you latest and deepest? of curious panics, of hard-fought engagements or sieges tremendous what deepest remains?

I started learning the piano at the age of 4 or 5, so I think I already liked music then.