The leaves fall, the wind blows, and the farm country slowly changes from the summer cottons into its winter woods.

The three great elemental sounds in nature are the sound of rain, the sound of wind in a primeval wood, and the sound of outer ocean on a beach.

Animals are not brethren, they are not underlings; they are other nations, caught with ourselves in the net of life and time.

Touch the earth, love the earth, honour the earth, her plains, her valleys, her hills, and her seas; rest your spirit in her solitary places.

Learn to reverence night and to put away the vulgar fear of it.

We need another and a wiser and a perhaps more mystical concept of animals.

Wolves are not our brothers; they are not our subordinates, either. They are another nation, caught up just like us in the complex web of time and life.

The seas are the hearts blood of the earth. Plucked up and kneaded by the sun and the moon, the tides are systole and diastole of earth's veins.

It is only when we are aware of the earth and of the earth as poetry that we truly live.

Into every empty corner, into all forgotten things and nooks, nature struggles to pour life, pouring life into the dead, life into life itself.

For a moment of night we have a glimpse of ourselves and of our world islanded in a stream of stars - pilgrims of mortality, voyaging between horizons across the eternal seas of space and time.

The first Broadway show I ever heard was the recording of 'Carousel', and it was a very vivid experience.

Only when we are no longer afraid do we begin to live in every experience, painful or joyous, to live in gratitude for every moment, to live abundantly.

Your task will not be an easy one. Your enemy is well-trained, well-equipped and battle-hardened. He will fight savagely

I believe in hard work and luck, and that the first often leads to the second

I'm drawn to the path of least resistance.

One of the misfortunes of our time is that in getting rid of false shame, we have killed off so much real shame as well.

Instapaper is much bigger today than I could have predicted in 2008, and it has simply grown far beyond what one person can do. To really shine, it needs a full-time staff of at least a few people.

What ought to be done is neglected, what ought not to be done is done; the desires of unruly, thoughtless people are always increasing.

Some desire is necessary to keep life in motion, and he whose real wants are supplied must admit those of fancy.

We Poets in our youth begin in gladness; But thereof come in the end despondency and madness.