Nature, in her blind search for life, has filled every possible cranny of the earth with some sort of fantastic creature. – Joseph Wood Krutch

Our character is not so much the product of race and heredity as of those circumstances by which nature forms our habits, by which we are nurtured and live. – Marcus Tullius Cicero

I can still smell the green of the grass crushed beneath me. Feel the damp of the dew on my elbows. Hear the birdsong. – Kristina Turner, The Self-Healing Cookbook, 2002, originally published 1987