Little things seem nothing, but they give peace, like those meadow flowers which individually seem odorless but all together perfume the air.
Cross the meadow and the stream and listen as the peaceful water brings peace upon your soul.
In a meadow full of flowers, you cannot walk through and breathe those smells and see all those colors and remain angry. We have to support the beauty, the poetry, of life.
How does the Meadow flower its bloom unfold? Because the lovely little flower is free down to its root, and in that freedom bold.
My ideal is to wake up in the morning and run around the meadow naked.
I think there's a poet who wrote once a tragedy by Shakespeare, a symphony by Beethoven and a thunderstorm are based on the same elements. I think that's a beautiful line.
Disappointments are to the soul what a thunderstorm is to the air.
I get my best ideas in a thunderstorm. I have the power and majesty of nature on my side.