If ever you come upon a grove of ancient trees which have grown to an exceptional height, shutting out a view of sky by a veil of pleached and intertwining branches, then the loftiness of the forest, the seclusion of the spot and your marvel at the thick unbroken shade in the midst of the open spaces, will prove to you the presence of deity.
Seneca the YoungerLet us ask what is best - not what is customary. Let us love temperance - let us be just - let us refrain from bloodshed.
Seneca the Younger