We all travel the Milky Way together, trees and men… In every walk with nature one receives far more than he seeks. The clearest way into the universe is through a forest wilderness.
We all travel the Milky Way together, trees and men… In every walk with nature one receives far more than he seeks. The clearest way into the universe is through a forest wilderness.
“To-morrow you will live, you always cry;
In what far country does this morrow lie,
That ’tis so mighty long ere it arrive?
Beyond the Indies does this morrow live?
‘Tis so far fetch’d this morrow, that I fear
‘Twill be both very old and very dear.
To-morrow I will live, the fool does say;
To0-day itself’s too late, the wise liv’d yesterday.”
Abraham Cowley | After the Latin of Martial