Plants are the young of the world, vessels of health and vigor; but they grope ever upward towards consciousness; the trees are imperfect men, and seem to bemoan their imprisonment, rooted in the ground. – Ralph Waldo Emerson
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
I definitely dislike pomposity and artifice. I hope that Im not that. Once I write a song, it belongs to the world, and the way people perceive it, its cool. – Daryl Hall
