You cannot fold a flood and put it in a drawer, because…

“I dwell in Possibility— A fairer House than Prose— More numerous of Windows— Superior—for Doors— Of Chambers as the Cedars— Impregnable of Eye— And…

— Emily Dickinson

Much can they praise the trees so straight and high, The sailing pine,the cedar proud and tall, The vine-prop elm, the poplar never dry,…

— Edmund Spenser

Zorba is beautiful, but something is missing. The earth is his, but the heaven is missing. He is earthly, rooted, like a giant cedar,…

— Rajneesh

Amo, amas, I love a lass, As a cedar tall and slender; Sweet cowslip's grace is her nominative case, And she's of the feminine…

— John O'Keefe

My records don't go platinum or gold. I think they go cedar.

— Dave Sitek

“The cedars 'know the history of the earth better than history itself.' If this was so, it was little wonder that they had clung…

— Robert Fisk

As the sun shines both on the cedar and the smallest flower, so the Divine sun illumines each soul.

— Therese of Lisieux

In the assemblies of the enlightened ones there have been many cases of mastering the Way bringing forth the heart of plants and trees;…

— Dogen

Now, Watson,” said Holmes, as a tall dog-cart dashed up through the gloom, throwing out two golden tunnels of yellow light from its side…

— Anonymous

Every Christmas should begin with the sound of bells, and when I was a child mine always did. But they were sleigh bells, not…

— Paul Engle

“On a midsummer night, on a night that was eerie with stars, In a wood too deep for a single star to look through,…

— Sara Teasdale

In the infancy of civilization, when our island was as savage as New Guinea, when letters and arts were still unknown to Athens, when…

— Thomas B. Macaulay

The scent organ was playing a delightfully refreshing Herbal Capriccio - rippling arpeggios of thyme and lavender, of rosemary, basil, myrtle, tarragon; a series…

— Aldous Huxley

Of all trees, I observe God hath chosen the vine, a low plant that creeps upon the helpful wall; of all beasts, the soft…

— Owen Feltham

A kind of semi-Solomon, half-knowing everything, from the cedar to the hyssop.

— Thomas B. Macaulay