I love flowers for being flowers, directly. And I love trees for being trees without my thought.
The Collected Poems of Alberto CaeiroThe old woman was the kind who would not cut down a large old tree because it was a large old tree.
The Complete StoriesDreams are the mind of the soul and the secret truth about us.
The Grass Harp, Including A Tree of Night and Other StoriesOne person may look and only see a tree, whereas others may look and see a tree with leaves.
Bright Moments - A Journey In The Human MindThat means you're my kid," I explained, "and I'm your mother, and nobody can say it isn't so.
The Bean Trees, With Related ReadingsCan it be true that freedom only exists when it is a treasure, shared by all?
The Surrender Tree: Poems of Cuba's Struggle for Freedom