William Kean Seymour quotes

“In a cool solitude of trees Where leaves and birds a music spin, Mind that was weary is at ease, New rhythms in the soul begin.”
-- William Kean Seymour

Source : William Kean Seymour (1946). “Collected Poems”

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“Kindness is goodness hidden in the heart More often than declared in speech.”
-- William Kean Seymour

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“Do not be too sure, young fellows, That you are better than your ancestors.”
-- William Kean Seymour

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“I am like a tree in a forest. Birds come to the tree, they sit on its branches and eat its fruits. To the birds, the fruit may be sweet or sour or whatever. The birds say sweet or they say sour, but from the tree's point of view, this is just the chattering of birds.”

“You've built your homeyou've fledged your birdsyou've beaten the windwith your bonesyou've finished alonewhat no one began”

“A tree full of ripened fruits bows down naturally, because of the weight of the fruits and its willingness to make its fruits accessible to others.”

“I despise people who depend on these things [heroin and cocaine]. If you really want a mind-altering experience, look at a tree.”

“We know there is gravity because apples fall from trees. We can observe gravity in daily life. If we could throw an apple to the edge of the universe, we would observe it accelerating.”

“Listen ... With faint dry sound, Like steps of passing ghosts, The leaves, frost-crisp'd, break free from the trees And fall.”

Source : Adelaide Crapsey, “November Night”

“In order to understand the world, one has to turn away from it on occasion.”

“The older I grow, the more I find myself alone.”

“Nature has a language of its own, or maybe those who have lived long in solitude read in it their own unconscious inner feelings and mysterious foreknowledge.”

“In my solitude I have pondered much on the incomprehensible subjects of space, eternity, life and death.”

Source : Alfred Russel Wallace, Andrew Berry (2003). “Infinite Tropics: An Alfred Russel Wallace Anthology”, p.225, Verso