It is not much for its beauty that makes a claim upon mens hearts, as for that subtle, something, that quality of air that emanates from old trees, that so wonderfully changes and renews a weary spirit. – Robert Louis Stevenson
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
Sit still with me in the shade of these green trees, which have no weightier thought than the withering of their leaves when autumn arrives, or the stretching of their many stiff fingers into the cold sky of the passing winter. – Fernando Pessoa
There is no single development, in either technology or management technique, which by itself promises even one order-of-magnitude improvement within a decade in productivity, in reliability, in simplicity. – Frederick P. Brooks, Jr.
