“And now the old story has begun to write itself over there,” said Carl softly. “Isn’t it queer: there are only two or three human stories, and they go on repeating themselves as fiercely as if they had never happened before; like the larks in this country, that have been singing the same five notes for thousands of years.”
― Willa Cather
A man travels the world in search of what he needs and returns home to find it.
George Edward Moore
My youngest son and I took a long weekend to visit his cousins. One of them is only five weeks old. Holding him makes me feel like if I could never eat another piece of chocolate for the rest of my life, I would be okay. And then there’s Nicholas. He stopped by on his way back to his homeland of Ireland, where the mist curls his hair and the rain flushes his perfect little cheeks.
At first, Nicholas and Byron had to test the waters a bit–mark their territory, bump trucks into walls, throw food, rip their shirts off and stare each other down….
But then, something special started to happen.
They bonded over their love of popsicles.
Then, they discovered that they both like speed; things that can spin you around and bounce you up and down… 
They started holding hands.
And sharing private jokes.
And genuinely enjoying each other’s company.
Emboldened by their friendship, they carried their smiles like birthmarks.
Like cousins.
Like true friends.
“There seem to be but three ways for a nation to acquire wealth. The first is by war, as the Romans did, in plundering their conquered neighbors. This is robbery. The second by commerce, which is generally cheating. The third by agriculture, the only honest way, wherein man receives a real increase of the seed thrown into the ground, in a kind of continual miracle, wrought by the hand of God in his favor, as a reward for his innocent life and his virtuous industry.” Benjamin Franklin
I think there’s a poet who wrote once a tragedy by Shakespeare, a symphony by Beethoven and a thunderstorm are based on the same elements. I think that’s a beautiful line.
Maximilian Schell
I think there’s a poet who wrote once a tragedy by Shakespeare, a symphony by Beethoven and a thunderstorm are based on the same elements. I think that’s a beautiful line.
Maximilian Schell
We sit together, the mountain and me, until only the mountain remains.
Li Po
We sit together, the mountain and me, until only the mountain remains.
Li Po
Those who wish to pet and baby wild animals “love” them. But those who respect their natures and wish to let them live normal lives, love them more.
Edwin Way Teale
Those who wish to pet and baby wild animals “love” them. But those who respect their natures and wish to let them live normal lives, love them more.
Edwin Way Teale
“If you know wilderness in the way that you know love, you would be unwilling to let it go…. This is the story of our past and it will be the story of our future.”