Time heals all wounds or Time wounds all heels. Take your pick... oh, life's small choices.

Like nature, like life. The storm will pass. The night will end. Spring will come.

There should be more to writing than entertaining an already-brain-dead society and making money. If not,then you miss the point of writing.

The sound of thunder, the smell of rain. The earth giving birth to another season. Nature's labor pains...beautiful.