“Welkin's wind, way unhindered,
Big blusterer passing by,
A harsh-voiced man of marvels,
World-bold, without foot or wing.”

“I hear always the sad voices
of summer
passing like red winged birds
over the high grass”

“Man is a bird without wings and a bird is a man without sorrow.”

“Standing on the bridge that crosses
The river that goes out to the sea
The wind is full of a thousand voices
They pass by the bridge and me.”

“A man without ambition is like a bird without wings”

“A sudden gust: How big the world seems in a wind.”

“Fire hath its force abated by water, not by wind; and anger must be allayed by cold words, and not by blustering threats.”

“It was a harsh, rasping voice, in its timbre not unlike a sawmill.”

“The first time her laughter unfurled its wings in the wind, we knew that the world would never be the same”

“What is the light from yon deep wood flashing —
What the sound on the wild wind borne?
What the dark ranks that are onwards dashing
To the voice of the pealing horn?
Who are they that thundering go? —
It is the Black Hunt of the bold Litzou!”