Happy the man, whose wish and care
A few paternal acres bound,
Content to breathe his native air,
In his own ground.
[Pope; Ode to Solitude]
These gems have life in them: their colors speak, say what words fail of. [George Eliot]
The windows of my soul I throw
Wide open to the sun.
[John Greenleaf Whittier]
Who has seen the wind?
Neither you nor I
But when the trees bow down their heads
The wind is passing by [Christina Rossetti; Who has seen the wind]
"The flight of birds, the mountains’ nobility, the silence of the silence. We are given life but must accept that it is unattainable and rejoice in what can be held in the eye, the memory, the mind.”
[Salman Rushdie; Shalimar the Clown]