“Whether it is sunny or rainy, make your walk to your destination!”

Remember that animals are born to live their own lives, not to serve you! Do not use them; do not exploit them. Let them live their own lives.

Earth travels in the space at the speed of 108,000 kilometres per hour. When you walk calmly in a forest, you must know that you are in fact flying in the space at that crazy speed!

Hell is a hell of a lie! God is not a torturer!

A good book is a lighthouse; a wise man is a lighthouse; conscience is a lighthouse; compassion is a lighthouse; science is a lighthouse! They all show us the true path! Keep them in your life to remain safe in the rocky and dark waters of life!

I have not seen any Christian sparrow or Muslim lion or Jewish elephant! Animals are lucky as they have not yet invented the religion!

Good manners open the closed doors; bad manners close the open doors!

When you close your mouth, your ears will be bigger!

Man sometimes needs only stillness, just stillness!

To separate man and woman at school, at work, at meetings, in short, to separate them at life, is the affair of perverted and fusty minds! Where there is separation, there is excessive primitiveness!

Do not hide your ignorance, because somebody might help you! Hiding always prolongs the problems.

Roads are long; make them short with a good company!

While eating a delicious food, remember the peasants and the workers who made this possible!

If you have decided to sail to the sea with great courage and determination, even the storm on the horizon will step aside!

Man must behave like a lighthouse; he must shine day and night for the goodness of everyman.

We determine our own price; it is always good to set our price to infinity so that no one can buy us!

Some man’s dreams can bring only nightmares to the world!

…prodigal summer, the season of extravagant procreation. It could wear out everything in its path with its passionate excesses, but nothing alive with wings or a heart or a seed curled into itself in the ground could resist welcoming it back when it came.

Where today are the Pequot? Where are the Narragansett, the Mohican, the Pokanoket, and many other once powerful tribes of our people? They have vanished before the avarice and the oppression of the White Man, as snow before a summer sun.

A strip of water’s spread in the setting sun, Half the river’s emerald, half is red. I love the third night of the ninth month, The dew is like a pearl; the moon like a bow.

Jev stroked his chin. “do i look like a summer fling?

Summer afternoon, summer afternoon; to me those have always been the two most beautiful words in the English language.

Where today are the Pequot? Where are the Narragansett, the Mohican, the Pcanet, and other powerful tribes of our people? They have vanished before the avarice and oppression of the white man, as snow before the summer sun.

Early summer days are a jubilee time for birds. In the fields, around the house, in the barn, in the woods, in the swamp – everywhere love and songs and nests and eggs.

I’m the kind of parent who asks my kids questions like, ‘What would be your ideal thing to do in the summer?’