“That tree out there, how green? How many leaves? Many thousands, hanging taught, stretched stems pulpy with parenchyma, fleshy with growth, glutinous, gluttonous growth, dripping growth till it grows weary and there is no more growth, then it dies and drops brownly to the green earth and lies dead.” LifeTruthNatureReflectionContemplationAttributed No Source Author:Gordon Roddick, 1963
“It waits for the cruel flame; then it will recoil, curl up, blacken and scream to be blown away on the wind, another dead thing cast off by the wind of time.” LifeTruthNatureReflectionContemplationAttributed No Source Author:Gordon Roddick, 1963
“What shape is its mother, the trunk of life? Why, it's conical, just like the pear tree that bloody partridge sits in every Christmas time.” LifeTruthNatureReflectionChristmasContemplationAttributed No Source Author:Gordon Roddick, 1963
“The answer lies in nature. In the country, I feel goodness. In the city, only stink and rotten pettiness, the eternal hate theme against the human race. But still, under it all, one needs people, although people do not need me as an individual.” LifeWisdomTruthNatureReflectionContemplationLife LessonAttributed No Source Author:Gordon Roddick, 1963