It is the life of the crystal, the architect of the flake, the fire of the frost, the soul of the sunbeam. This crisp winter air is full of it. – John Burroughs, “Winter Sunshine”
I prefer winter and Fall, when you feel the bone structure of the landscape — the loneliness of it, the dead feeling of winter. Something waits beneath it, the whole story doesn’t show. – Andrew Wyeth
I try to give to the poor people for love what the rich could get for money. No, I wouldnt touch a leper for a thousand pounds yet I willingly cure him for the love of God. – Mother Teresa
Godot is whatever it is in life that you are waiting for: Im waiting to win the lottery. Im waiting to fall in love. For me, as a child, it was Christmas. At least that eventually came. – Ian Mckellen
