I have just seen you go down the mountain.
I close the wicker gate in the setting sun.
The grass will be green again in coming spring,
But will the wanderer ever return?

it is absurd … to hope that maybe another Newton may some day arise, to make intelligible to us even the genesis of but a blade of grass ("Dialectic of Teleological Judgment" §75)

In the world's audience hall, the simple blade of grass sits on the same carpet with the sunbeams, and the stars of midnight.

All sportspersons are in the villages. We have to search and nurture them. Rural sports is the only way to find real talents, otherwise we won't get it

The voices of the grassroots, of people like Fannie Lou Hamer, must always be heard if we are to understand the past and move effectively toward the future.

Good Heavens! She said ‘grass and goats milk? Never!’

It's just a job. Grass grows, birds fly, waves pound the sand. I beat people up.