The woods were made for the hunters of dreams, The brooks for the fishers of song; To the hunters who hunt for the gunless game The streams and the woods belong. — Sam Walter Foss Copy Share Image
Where shall we get religion? Beneath the open sky, the sphere of crystal silence surcharged with deity.. The midnight earth sends incense up, sweet with the breath of prayer -- Go out beneath the naked night and get religion there. — Sam Walter Foss Copy Share Image
The woods were made for the hunters of dreams, The brooks for the fishers of song; To the hunters who hunt for the gunless… — Sam Walter Foss Copy Share Image
W'en you see a man in woe, Walk right up and say hullo. Say hullo and how d'ye do, How's the world a-usin' you?… — Sam Walter Foss Copy Share Image
I say the very things that make the greatest StirAn' the most interestin' things, are things that did n't occur. — Sam Walter Foss Copy Share Image
A hundred thousand men were led By one calf near three centuries dead; They followed still his crooked way And lost a hundred years… — Sam Walter Foss Copy Share Image
Strew gladness on the paths of men-You will not pass this way again. — Sam Walter Foss Copy Share Image
Seek not for fresher founts afar, Just drop your bucket where you are; And while the ship right onward leaps, Uplift it from the… — Sam Walter Foss Copy Share Image
Let me live in my house by the side of the road, Where the race of men go by; They are good, they are… — Sam Walter Foss Copy Share Image
One day through the primeval wood A calf walked home as good calves should; But made a trail all bent askew, A crooked trail… — Sam Walter Foss Copy Share Image
“There are hermit souls that live withdrawn In the place of their self-content; There are souls like stars, that dwell apart, In a fellowless… — Sam Walter Foss Copy Share Image
