There are no limits to either time or distance, except as man himself may make them. I have but to touch the wind to know these things. – Hal Borland
You cant be suspicious of a tree, or accuse a bird or squirrel of subversion or challenge the ideology of a violet. – Hal Borland
Summer is a promissory note signed in June, its long days spent and gone before you know it, and due to be repaid next January. – Hal Borland
For all his learning or sophistication, man still instinctively reaches towards that force beyond. Only arrogance can deny its existence, and the denial falters in the face of evidence on every hand. In every tuft of grass, in every bird, in every opening bud, there it is. – Hal Borland
Without comprehension, the immigrant would forever remain shut — a stranger in America. Until America can release the heart as well as train the hand of the immigrant, he would forever remain driven back upon himself, corroded by the very richness of the unused gifts within his soul. – Anzia Yezierska