“Always watch where you are going. Otherwise, you may step on a piece of the Forest that was left out by mistake.”

The best way to write poetry, letting things come.

To seem natural rather than to be natural.

War is something of man’s own fostering, and if all mankind renounces it, then it is no longer there.

Walking with her man, Lost in a dream

If you live to be a hundred, I want to live to be a hundred minus one day so I never have to live without you.

A little Consideration, a little Thought for Others, makes all the difference.

Don’t underestimate the value of Doing Nothing, of just going along, listening to all the things you can’t hear, and not bothering.

It gets you nowhere if the other person’s tail is only just in sight for the second half of the conversation.

Tigers don’t like honey.

I was walking along looking for somebody, and then suddenly I wasn’t anymore.

Let’s begin by taking a smallish nap or two.

Drinking your milk and talking at the same time may result in your having to be patted on the back and dried for quite a long time afterwords.

One of the advantages of being disorganized is the joy of discovery.

I do remember, and then when I try to remember, I forget.

Be sure to put the knocker fairly low on your door in case a very small friend drops by.

Chess has this in common with making poetry; that the desire for it comes upon the amateur in gusts.

Love can never grow old. Locks may lose their brown and gold. Cheeks may fade and hollow grow. But the hearts that love will know, never winter’s frost and chill, summer’s warmth is in them still.

According to the latest figures, 75 percent of Earth’s land surface has been severely altered by humans. Deforestation and unsustainable agriculture as well as the illegal trade of endangered wildlife increase the risk of human-animal contact.

In the beauty and grandeur of individual trees, and in number and variety of species, the Sierra forests surpass all others.

Come to the woods, for here is rest. There is no repose like that of the green deep woods. Sleep in forgetfulness of all ill.

You can’t stay in your corner of the Forest waiting for others to come to you. You have to go to them sometimes.

Always watch where you are going. Otherwise, you may step on a piece of the Forest that was left out by mistake.

And into the forest I go, to lose my mind and find my soul.

The creation of a thousand forests is in one acorn.