“When we try to pick out anything by itself, we find it hitched to everything else in the universe. One fancies a heart like our own must be beating in every crystal and cell, and we feel like stopping to speak to the plants and animals as friendly fellow-mountaineers. Nature as a poet, an enthusiastic workingman, becomes more and more visible the farther and higher we go.” FeelsTryingHeartUniverseSpeakAnimalEnvironmentPoetHigherPicksFellowsPlantCellsFancyVisibleFriendlyStoppingEnthusiasticCrystalsPlants And Animals Book:My First Summer in the Sierra: Illustrated Edition Source: My First Summer in the Sierra: Illustrated Edition
“Where refugees seek deliverance that never comesAnd the heart consumes itself as if it would live,Where children age before their timeAnd life wears down the edges of the mind,Where the old man sits with mind grown cold,While bones and sinew, blood and cell, go slowly down to death,Where fear companions each day's life,And Perfect Love seems long delayed.CHRISTMAS IS WAITING TO BE BORN:In you, in me, in all mankind.” IfsMenMindHeartChildrenLongSeemsAgeWaitingBornPerfectBloodMankindColdEdgesBonesCellsEach DayCompanionOld ManRefugeeDeliveranceDelayedPerfect Love Book:Howard Thurman: Essential Writings Source: Howard Thurman: Essential Writings