“Spring came slowly to the Bronx with a lot of rain & soft water-color tree blossoms.”
“I am going to outlive myself. Eat, sleep, sleep, eat. Exist slowly, softly, like these trees, like a puddle of water, like the red bench in the streetcar.”
“Look at the cherry blossoms!Their color and scent fall with them,Are gone forever,Yet mindlessThe spring comes again.”
“The garden stretched out in a soft drift, colors jumbled any way, an unmade bed of red and yellow and pink. Then came the trees. Apple, plum, and the Japanese black pine.”
“Not evil. Not any more evil than the colored trees are good.Evil and good reside in the heart, not in trees and water.”
“It's my motto for life. 'Walk slowly; drink lots of water.”