[H]e ran, he stopped—he dipped his glowing face into the cloud of blossoming bushes, and would fain lose himself in the humming world between the leaves; he pressed the scratched face into the deep, cooling grass, and hung delirious on the breast of the immortal mother of Spring. – Jean Paul Friedrich Richter, Hesperus, or Forty-Five Dog-Post-Days: A Biography,

But Im a hot-blooded Italian by nature. Whatever the situation you present, Im going to make something out of it. – Maynard James Keenan

The willow is my favorite tree. I grew up near one. Its the most flexible tree in nature and nothing can break it – no wind, no elements, it can bend and withstand anything. – Pink