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April is a promise that May is bound to keep.

He who travels west travels not only with the sun but with history.

Time after time ... today's crisis shrinks to next week's footnote to a newly headline disaster.

Nature seems to look after her own only up to a certain point; beyond that they are supposed to fend for themselves.

All our yesterdays are summarized in our now, and all the tomorrows are ours to shape.

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.

No winter lasts forever; no spring skips its turn.

Knowing trees, I understand the meaning of patience. Knowing grass, I can appreciate persistence.

March is a tomboy with tousled hair, a mischievous smile, mud on her shoes and a laugh in her voice.

As I stood and watched the mists slowly rising this morning I wondered what view was more beautiful than this.

Summer ends, and Autumn comes, and he who would have it otherwise would have high tide always and a full moon every night.

Nothing in nature is as simple as it sometimes seems when reduced to words.

The owl, that bird of onomatopoetic name, is a repetitious question wrapped in feathery insulation especially for Winter delivery.

Any river is really the summation of the whole valley. To think of it as nothing but water is to ignore the greater part.

Time has its own dimensions, and neither the sun nor the clock can encompass them all.

Of all the seasons, autumn offers the most to man and requires the least of him.

If the voice of the brook was not the first song of celebration, it must have been at least an obbligato for that event.

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.

You cn't be suspicious of a tree, accuse a bird or squirrel of subversion or challenge the ideology of a violet

All walking is discovery. On foot we take the time to see things whole.

There are two seasonal diversions that can ease the bite of any winter. One is the January thaw. The other is the seed catalogues.

A frontier is never a place; it is a time and a way of life.

Year's end is neither an end nor a beginning but a going on, with all the wisdom that experience can instill in us.

If you would know strength and patience, welcome the company of trees.

There it is, fog, atmospheric moisture still uncertain in destination, not quite weather and not altogether mood, yet partaking of both.

To know after absence the familiar street and road and village and house is to know again the satisfaction of home.

There is a leisure about walking, no matter what pace you set, that lets down the tension.

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.

Each new season grows from the leftovers from the past. That is the essence of change, and change is the basic law.

For the Fall of the year is more than three months bounded by an equinox and a solstice. It is a summing up without the finality of year's end.