Reply #38: Rachel searching for her lost children, and

[govegan]

A sign on a tree in a public park in Madrid, Spain:

"I am the warmth of the hearth on cold winter nights. I am the shade screening you from the summer sun. My fruits and restoring drinks quench your thirst as you journey onward. I am the beam that holds your house; the door of your homestead; the bed on which you lie, and the timber that builds your boat. I am the handle of the hoe, the wood of your cradle, and the shell of your coffin."

In a book by Helen and Scott Nearing:

The essence of life consists in living. In the words of Robert Louis Stevenson, "To travel hopefully is better than to arrive, and the true success of life is to labor."

"And on the pedestal these words appear:
'My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!'
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away." PB Shelley

Toast on!