Happiness is a wine of the rarest vintage and seems insipid to a vulgar taste.
If the sight of the blue skies fills you with joy if a blade of grass springing up in the fields has power to move you if the simple things of nature have a message that you understand rejoice for your soul is alive.
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...