In the depth of winter I finally learned that there was in me an invincible summer.
In wilderness I sense the miracle of life, and behind it our scientific accomplishments fade to trivia.
Except during the nine months before he draws his first breath, no man manages his affairs as well as a tree does.
George Bernard Shaw
Fall is my favorite season in Los Angeles, watching the birds change color and fall from the trees.
Fishes live in the sea, as men do a-land; the great ones eat up the little ones.