For man, autumn is a time of harvest, of gathering together. For nature, it is a time of sowing, of scattering abroad.

How sad would be November if we had no knowledge of the spring!

Freedom from worries and surcease from strain are illusions that always inhabit the distance.

All things seem possible in May.

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.

Reduce the complexity of life by eliminating the needless wants of life, and the labors of life reduce themselves.

How many beautiful trees gave their lives that today's scandal should, without delay, reach a million readers.