A woman's beauty is one of her great missions.

All religions have periods in their history which are looked back to with retrospective fear and trembling as eras of persecution, and each religion has its own book of martyrs.

All wines are by their very nature full of reminiscence, the golden tears and red blood of summers that are gone.

Though actually the work of man's hands - or, more properly speaking, the work of his travelling feet, - roads have long since come to seem so much a part of Nature that we have grown to think of them as a feature of the landscape no less natural than rocks and trees.

Perhaps we too seldom reflect how much the life of Nature is one with the life of man, how unimportant or indeed merely seeming, the difference between them.

The road recedes as the traveler advances, leaving a continuous present.

Stay the course, light a star, Change the world where'er you are.