I admit to wasting my life messing around with fast cars and motorcycles.
My recollection of a hundred lovely lakes has given me blessed release from care and worry and the troubled thinking of our modern day. It has been a return to the primitive and the peaceful.
There is no gilding of setting sun or glamor of poetry to light up the...
Whenever the pressure of our complex city life thins my blood and numbs my...
I remember a hundred lovely lakes and recall the fragrant breath of pine and...
Two obsessions are the hallmarks of Nature's artistic style.
Two things are infinite: the universe and human stupidity; and I'm not...
Praise the green earth. Chance has appointed her...
