My mom knows when something is real and something is not.
In some mysterious way woods have never seemed to me to be static things. In physical terms I move through them yet in metaphysical ones they seem to move through me.
We all write poems it is simply that poets are the ones who write in words.
There are only two races on this planet - the intelligent and the stupid.
Two obsessions are the hallmarks of Nature's artistic style.
Two things are infinite: the universe and human stupidity; and I'm not...
Praise the green earth. Chance has appointed her...
