When the leaves fall, the whole earth is a cemetery pleasant to walk in. I love to wander and muse over them in their graves. Here are no lying nor vain epitaphs.
Henry David ThoreauGreat God, I ask thee for no meaner pelf Than that I may not disappoint myself, That in my action I may soar as high As I can now discern with this clear eye.
Henry David ThoreauIt's the beauty within us that makes it possible for us to recognize the beauty around us. The question is not what you look at but what you see.
Henry David Thoreau