“The weeping willows, on the other hand, are evocative of death. They are a little contrived, a little exaggerated, still green in the middle of all the colors of autumn, and there is a human pathos to them.”
“what the willows don't know won't make them weep”
“Weep for what little things could make them glad.”
“Few things disclose a person’s own colors more than their behavior with those they consider a little green.”
“The willow is green; flowers are red. The flower is not red; nor is the willow green.”
“One could say, with a little exaggeration, that the persona is that which in reality one is not, but which oneself as well as others think one is.”