I felt my lungs inflate with the onrush of scenery—air, mountains, trees, people. I thought, 'This is what it is to be happy.'
To sit in the shade on a fine day and look upon the verdant green hills is the most perfect refreshment.
Nature is not our enemy, to be raped and conquered. Nature is ourselves, to be cherished and explored.
In the depth of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer.