In the depth of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer.
To sit in the shade on a fine day and look upon the verdant green hills is the most perfect refreshment.
To me, a lush carpet of pine needles or spongy grass is more welcome than the most luxurious Persian rug.
In nature, nothing is perfect and everything is perfect. Trees can be contorted, bent in weird ways, and they're still beautiful.