Quotes About Harmony

My favorite thing about the United States? Lots of Americans, one America.

Do not watch too closely cogs in the wheel of time. Observe their passing as the rhythm of a poem — not clicks of the abacus.

There's nothing wrong with having a tree for a friend.

It has been said that trees are imperfect men, and seem to bemoan their imprisonment rooted in the ground. But they never seem so to me. I never saw a discontented tree. They grip the ground as though they liked it, and though fast rooted they travel about as far as we do. They go wandering forth in all directions with every wind, going and coming like ourselves, traveling with us around the sun two million miles a day, and through space heaven knows how fast and far!

The greatest delight which the fields and woods minister is the suggestion of an occult relation between man and the vegetable. I am not alone and unacknowledged. They nod to me, and I to them.

Divine Providence has spread her table everywhere, not with a juiceless green carpet, but with succulent herbage and nourishing grass, upon which most beasts feed.

Verses of veggies poems of fruit dotted with seeds raw green rhymes in melodious bodies

What this planet needs is more mistletoe and less missile-talk.

We have failed to grasp the fact that mankind is becoming a single unit, and that for a unit to fight against itself is suicide.

But men are so serious. Why? Why violence? Why hatred? Why war? If people want to make war, they should make a colour war, and paint each others city up during the night in pinks and greens.

May all your weeds be wildflowers.

A good garden may have some weeds.

Why does the orange blossom kiss the breeze? Because the breeze first kisses the orange blossom.

Wind tries to show Tree how to run wild. Tree: "I cannot leave this place." Wind: "Then let's dance."

A vineyard is planted poetry.

We are foolish, and without excuse foolish, in speaking of the "superiority" of one sex to the other, as if they could be compared in similar things. Each has what the other has not: each completes the other, and is completed by the other: they are in nothing alike, and the happiness and perfection of both depend on each asking and receiving from the other what the other only can give.

Ink on paper is as beautiful to me as flowers on the mountains — God composes, why shouldn't we?

Then join hand in hand, brave Americans all,— By uniting we stand, by dividing we fall.

our souls sing of faith, our hearts hymns of love

Aesop, "The Bundle of Sticks"

The means by which we live are marvelous indeed. And yet something is missing. We have learned to fly the air like birds and swim the sea like fish, but we have not learned the simple art of living together as brothers. Our abundance has brought us neither peace of mind nor serenity of spirit.

I see an America in which Martin Luther King's dream is our national dream.

And the night shall be filled with music...

But in every walk with Nature one receives far more than he seeks.