Bible says the tree is known by his fruit. We can also say that the great man is known by his undreamed dreams!
Judge of a tree by its fruit, not by its leaves.
Maybe I'll be like that man in "The Hanging Tree'. Still waiting for an answer.
A tree doesn't make a thunderstorm, but any fool knows where lightning's going to strike.
A forest of all manner of trees is poor, if not disagreeable, in effect; a mass of one species of tree is sublime.
Madam, a circulating library in a town is as an evergreen tree of diabolical knowledge; it blossoms through the year. And depend on it that they who are so fond of handling the leaves, will long for the fruit at last.
Time for bed. ” I held my fist out. One by one, my flock stacked theirs on top, and then we headed up into the trees to sleep the sleep of the innocent. Well, okay, maybe not so innocent. But the sleep of the much less guilty than others, for sure.
A bulger of a place it is. The number of the ships beat me all hollow, and looked for all the world like a big clearing in the West, with the dead trees all standing.
You must grow like a tree, not like a mushroom
Allow your attention to gently alight on your belly, as if you were coming upon a shy animal sunning itself on a tree stump in a clearing in the forest. Feel your belly rise or expand gently on the inbreath, and fall or recede on the outbreath.
Does a dragon still sing from within a withered tree?
Sometimes you can't see the wood for the trees as an artist.
From the pine tree, learn of the pine tree; And from the bamboo, of the bamboo
There is something so perfect about the mountains and the lake and the trees. . . sometimes I want to tear it all to pieces.
I can see in the acorn the oak tree. I see the growth, the rebuilding, the restoring. I see that is the American psyche. There is so much we can draw understanding from. One of the lessons is the development of courage. Because without courage, you can't practice any of the other virtues consistently.
There is no stability in this world. Who is to say what meaning there is in anything? Who is to foretell the flight of a word? It is a balloon that sails over tree-tops. To speak of knowledge is futile. All is experiment and adventure. We are forever mixing ourselves with unknown quantities. What is to come? I know not. But, as I put down my glass I remember; I am engaged to be married. I am to dine with my friends tonight. I am Bernard.
Our age is bent on trying to make the barren tree of skepticism fruitful by tying the fruits of truth on its branches.
When I first started, it was really an innocent response to the needs of women in rural areas. When we started planting trees to meet their needs, there was nothing beyond that. I did not see all the issues that I have to come to deal with.
Keep a green tree in your heart and perhaps the singing bird will come.
Historically, San Franciscans have not valued street trees as much as other communities have