The woods were made for the hunters of dreams, The brooks for the fishers of song; To the hunters who hunt for… — Sam Walter Foss Animal 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… — Sam Walter Foss Country 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… — Sam Walter Foss Boston Copy Share Image
Strew gladness on the paths of men-You will not pass this way again. — Sam Walter Foss Gladness 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… — Sam Walter Foss Afar 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,… — Sam Walter Foss Bans 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… — Sam Walter Foss Bent 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“There are hermit souls that live withdrawn In the place of their self-content; There are souls like stars, that dwell apart, In… — Sam Walter Foss Friendship Copy Share Image
For men are prone to go it blind along the calf-paths of the mind To do what other men have done. They… — Sam Walter Foss Psychology 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… — Sam Walter Foss Men 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There are hermit souls that live withdrawn In the place of their self-content; There are souls like stars that dwell apart, In… — Sam Walter Foss Firmament Copy Share Image
Bring me men to match my mountains: Bring me men to match my plains: Men with empires in their purpose and new… — Sam Walter Foss Brain Copy Share Image
Let me live in a house by the side of the road and be a friend to man. — Sam Walter Foss Friendship Copy Share Image
Seek not for fresher founts afar, just drop you bucket where you are. — Sam Walter Foss Afar 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… — Sam Walter Foss Breaths Copy Share Image
