I walk without flinching through the burning cathedral of the summer. My bank of wild grass is majestic and full of music. It is a fire that solitude presses against my lips. ~Violette Leduc, Mad in Pursuit
Adopt the Pace of Nature: Her Secret is Patience.~Ralph Waldo Emerson
The Summer Night is Like a Perfection of Thought.
I Quesion Not if the Thrushes Sing, If Roses Loud the Air