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"There is nothing fantastic or ultradimansional about crab grass... unless you are an sf writer, in which case pretty soon you are viewing crab grass with suspicion. What are it's real motives And who sent it here in the first place It only looks like crab grass. That's what they want us to think it is. One day the crab grass suit will fall off and their true identity will be revealed. By then the Pentagon will be full of crab grass and it'll be too late. The crab grass, or what we took to be crab grass, will dictate terms." »Philip K. Dick
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"Look at the bow in the cloud, in the very rain itself. That is a sign that the sun, though you cannot see it, is shining still -- that up above beyond the cloud is still sunlight and warmth and cloudless blue sky." »Charles Kingsley
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"The grass is not, in fact, always greener on the other side of the fence. Fences have nothing to do with it. The grass is greenest where it is watered. When crossing over fences, carry water with you and tend the grass wherever you may be." »Robert Fulghum
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"Nature is a mutable cloud, which is always and never the same." »Ralph Waldo Emerson
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"Every man, wherever he goes, is encompassed by a cloud of comforting convictions, which move with him like flies on a summer day." »Bertrand Russell
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"A Shade upon the mind there passesAs when on NoonA cloud the mighty Sun encloses." »Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
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"I fixed my eyes on the larget cloud, as if, when it passed out of my sight, I might have the good luck to pass with it." »Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar
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"My mother groan'd, my father wept Into the dangerous world I leapt, Helpless, naked, piping load, Like a friend hid in a cloud." »William Blake
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"With coarse rice to eat, with water to drink, and my bended arm for a pillow - I have still joy in the midst of these things. Riches and honors acquired by unrighteousness are to me as a floating cloud." »Confucius
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"Discontent is like ink poured into water, which fills the whole fountain full of blackness. It casts a cloud over the mind, and renders it more occupied about the evil which disquiets it than about the means of removing it." »Feltham
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"A snake lurks in the grass." »Virgil
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"The grass is always greener where you water it." »Unknown
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"The sun opens the lotuses, the moon illumines the beds of water-lilies, the cloud pours forth its water unasked: even so the liberal of their own accord are occupied in benefiting others." »Bhartrihari
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"The tallest blade of grass is the first to be cut by the scythe." »Assyrian Proverb
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"When elephants fight, it is the grass who suffers." »African Proverb
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"Sit quiety, doing nothing, spring comes, and the grass grows by itself." »Zen Proverb
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"Enthusiasm is a volcano on whose top never grows the grass of hesitation." »Kahlil Gibran
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"Once you get to the other side of the fence you realize that grass is just ichie." »Jamie Rae
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"Wherever the Turkish hoof trods, no grass grows." »Victor Hugo
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"Latet anguis in herba. (There's a snake hidden in the grass)" »Virgil
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"A people without history is like wind on the buffalo grass. Sioux" »American Indian Proverb
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"Zeal is a volcano, the peak of which the grass of indecisiveness does not grow." »Kahlil Gibran
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"If the grass is greener in the other fellow's yard - let him worry about cutting it." »Fred Allen
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""My ex-wife thought that the grass was greener on the other side . . . so now she's mowing someone else's lawn."" »Tom Zegan
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"If grass can grow through cement, love can find you at every time in your life." »Cher
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"To us also, through every star, through every blade of grass, is not God made visible if we will open our minds and our eyes." »Thomas Carlyle
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"It's just a job. grass grows, birds fly, waves pound the sand. I just beat people up." »Muhammad Ali
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"In creating, the only hard thing is to begin a grass blade's no easier to make than an oak." »James Russell Lowell
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"Our way is not soft grass, it's a mountain path with lots of rocks. But it goes upward, forward, toward the sun." »Ruth Westheimer
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"Breathless, we flung us on a windy hill, Laughed in the sun, and kissed the lovely grass." »Rupert Brooke
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