Ah! Sun-flower, weary of time, / Who countest the steps of the Sun, / Seeking after that sweet golden clime / Where the traveller's journey is done.
What is now proved was once only imagined.
No bird soars too high if he soars with his own wings.
Lao Tzu·500 BCThe space between heaven and earth is like a bellows: empty, yet inexhaustible. The more it is worked, the more it yields. Many words count for little — hold fast to the center.
Lewis Thomas·1974Viewed from the distance of the moon, the astonishing thing about the earth, catching the breath, is that it is alive.
Walt Whitman·1855I believe a leaf of grass is no less than the journey-work of the stars.
