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Beer has that Olympic medal color, Rot replied, but does it have a winning taste? I'd hardly call silver a champion flavor. No, I'll stick to my red wine.

Well, someone slap my butt and give me a hero cookie. (Nick)

My point is, life is about balance. The good and the bad. The highs and the lows. The pina and the colada.

I've often wondered why more science textbooks don't tell teenagers that the only thing sharks like to eat more than fish, are dead prostitutes.

In high school I barely made the rodeo team. But I wasn't good enough to start, so I just rode the bench.

Look deep into nature, and then you will understand everything better.

Spring is nature's way of saying, 'Let's party!'

Just living is not enough... one must have sunshine, freedom, and a little flower.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep. But I have promises to keep, and miles to go before I sleep.

On earth there is no heaven, but there are pieces of it.

Every flower is a soul blossoming in nature.

Earth and sky, woods and fields, lakes and rivers, the mountain and the sea, are excellent schoolmasters, and teach some of us more than we can ever learn from books.

I felt my lungs inflate with the onrush of scenery, air, mountains, trees, people. I thought, This is what it is to be happy.

Not just beautiful, though the stars are like the trees in the forest, alive and breathing. And they're watching me.

If we surrendered to earth's intelligence we could rise up rooted, like trees.

The glitter in the sky looks as if I could scoop it all up in my hands and let the stars swirl and touch one another, but they are so distant, so very far apart, that they cannot feel the warmth of each other, even though they are made of burning.

I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently? And then it covers them up snug, you know, with a white quilt; and perhaps it says Go to sleep, darlings, till the summer comes again.

This grand show is eternal. It is always sunrise somewhere; the dew is never all dried at once; a shower is forever falling; vapor is ever rising. Eternal sunrise, eternal sunset, eternal dawn and gloaming, on sea and continents and islands, each in its turn, as the round earth rolls.

Snow was falling, so much like stars filling the dark trees that one could easily imagine its reason for being was nothing more than prettiness.

Nature's first green is gold, Her hardest hue to hold. Her early leaf's a flower; But only so an hour. Then leaf subsides to leaf. So Eden sank to grief,