Nothing is more memorable than a smell. One scent can be unexpected, momentary and fleeting, yet conjure up a childhood summer beside a lake in the mountains. – Diane Ackerman
After all, coffee is bitter, a flavor from the forbidden and dangerous realm. – Diane Ackerman
A poem records emotions and moods that lie beyond normal language, that can only be patched together and hinted at metaphorically. – Diane Ackerman
It began in mystery, and it will end in mystery, but what a savage and beautiful country lies in between. – Diane Ackerman
Nature is sanative, refining, elevating. How cunningly she hides every wrinkle of her inconceivable antiquity under roses, and violets, and morning dew! Every inch of the mountains is scarred by unimaginable convulsions, yet the new day is purple with the bloom of youth and love. – Ralph Waldo Emerson, “Progress of Culture”