Poor, dear, silly Spring, preparing her annual surprise!
A lot of people like snow. I find it to be an unnecessary freezing of water.
A morning-glory at my window satisfies me more than the metaphysics of books.
A woodland in full color is awesome as a forest fire, in magnitude at least, but a single tree is like a dancing tongue of flame to warm the heart.
Adapt or perish, now as ever, is nature's inexorable imperative.
H. G. Wells