It is not so much for its beauty that the forest makes a claim upon men’s hearts, as for that subtle something, that quality of air that emanation from old trees, that so wonderfully changes and renews a weary spirit. — Robert Louis Stevenson

Those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it. - George Santayana

That quote is just fantastic on so many different levels. Take a minute to think about it and consider how many different ways it can be applied to your life this very moment.

I never saw a wild thing sorry for itself. A small bird will drop frozen dead from a bough without ever having felt sorry for itself. — from Self Pity by D.H. Lawrence