On pavements and the bark of trees I have found whole worlds.

I believe that painting should come through the avenues of meditation rather than the canals of action.

According to one critic, my works looked like scraped billboards. I went to look at the billboards and decided that more billboards should be scraped.

On pavements and the bark of trees I have found whole worlds.

Votes are like trees, if you are trying to build a forest. If you have more trees than you have forests, then at that point the pollsters will probably say you will win.

I knew, of course, that trees and plants had roots, stems, bark, branches and foliage that reached up toward the light. But I was coming to realize that the real magician was light itself.

Spring beckons! All things to the call respond; the trees are leaving and cashiers abscond.

Do not be very upright in your dealings for you would see by going to the forest that straight trees are cut down while crooked ones are left standing.

In the long winter evenings he talked to Ma about the Western country. In the West the land was level, and there were no trees. The grass grew thick and high.

If you reveal your secrets to the wind, you should not blame the wind for revealing them to the trees.

Trees Lounge is based on my own life. Both my parents like the movie. My father, of course, thinks it's a masterpiece.

In Kenya you've got the great birds and monkeys leaping through the trees overhead. It's a chance to remember what the world is really like.

The script was always the most important thing to me and I loved the script. For one thing, I've always admired trees. I just worship them. Think what trees have witnessed, what history, such as living through the Civil War, yet they still survive.

The difficulty with this conversation is that it's very different from most of the ones I've had of late. Which, as I explained, have mostly been with trees.

If you think in terms of a year, plant a seed; if in terms of ten years, plant trees; if in terms of 100 years, teach the people.

Your soul is a dark forest. But the trees are of a particular species, they are genealogical trees.

Trees are your best antiques.

A few minutes ago every tree was excited, bowing to the roaring storm, waving, swirling, tossing their branches in glorious enthusiasm like worship. But though to the outer ear these trees are now silent, their songs never cease.

The goldenrod is yellow, The corn is turning brown, The trees in apple orchards With fruit are bending down.

Trees are Earth's endless effort to speak to the listening heaven.

The advice I am giving always to all my students is above all to study the music profoundly... music is like the ocean, and the instruments are little or bigger islands, very beautiful for the flowers and trees.

The tallest Trees are most in the Power of the Winds, and Ambitious Men of the Blasts of Fortune.

The Druids held the trees as very sacred.

Parts like Morse don't grow on trees. He's a great character.

Recognition of this kinship with the rest of the universe is necessary for understanding him, but his essential nature is defined by qualities found nowhere else, not by those he has in common with apes, fishes, trees, fire, or anything other than himself.

Legislatures represent people, not acres or trees.

Trees go wandering forth in all directions with every wind, going and coming like ourselves, traveling with us around the sun two million miles a day, and through space heaven knows how fast and far!

Like water which can clearly mirror the sky and the trees only so long as its surface is undisturbed, the mind can only reflect the true image of the Self when it is tranquil and wholly relaxed.

I prefer the country life. I live in Kingston, but there is lots of trees.

If I have my way, I'm going to dissolve the Forest Service. They're in the business of harvesting trees and they're not harvesting trees, so why have them anymore?

Some people like to paint trees. I like to paint love. I find it more meaningful than painting trees.

Momo listened to everyone and everything - even to the rain and the wind and the pine trees - and all of them spoke to her after their own fashion.

It's the little things citizens do. That's what will make the difference. My little thing is planting trees.

At present, I am mainly observing the physical motion of mountains, water, trees and flowers. One is everywhere reminded of similar movements in the human body, of similar impulses of joy and suffering in plants.

The first day at the power plant I found myself photographing some steam vents on the roof of the structure. And I remember consciously thinking that they were just like trees but they were metal.

The only difference between me and others is that they think they can change something with cute little poems, nice cards or embracing trees and being nice to little lapdogs.

Australians were unique due to our corals, our apples, our gum trees and our kangaroos.

I like trees because they seem more resigned to the way they have to live than other things do.

Solitary trees, if they grow at all, grow strong.

Suburbia is where the developer bulldozes out the trees, then names the streets after them.

How can a guy climb trees, say Me Tarzan, You Jane, and make a million?

He plants trees to benefit another generation.

I plant a lot of trees. I am a great believer in planting things for future generations. I loathe the now culture where you just live for today.

I was amazed at the house that I grew up in; it looks practically identical to the way it was, but I couldn't recognize it because of the size of the trees.

They all went down in droves because just scenes of palm trees and beaches can get pretty boring.

Who has seen the wind? Neither you nor I but when the trees bow down their heads, the wind is passing by.

I am sure that if you plant the trees back again, it will do nothing but good.

I sincerely believe that there's room for cutting down trees for forestry and grazing, so as we all get to eat. Everyone has to compromise.

Though actually the work of man's hands - or, more properly speaking, the work of his travelling feet, - roads have long since come to seem so much a part of Nature that we have grown to think of them as a feature of the landscape no less natural than rocks and trees.