Some minds seem almost to create themselves, springing up under every disadvantage and working their solitary but irresistible way through a thousand obstacles. – Washington Irving, The Sketch Book, 1820
But these trees are derelicts—throwing out a wisp of foliage here and there, a truce to death, with each returning spring. – Julia Ellen Rogers, “The Big Tree and the Redwood,” The Tree Book: A
This morning of the small snow I count the blessings, the leak in the faucet which makes of the sink time, the drop of the water on water. – Charles Olson
