I prefer winter and fall, when you feel the bone structure of the landscape—the loneliness of it, the dead feeling of winter. Something waits beneath it, the whole story doesn’t show.
The whole difference between construction and creation is exactly this: that a thing constructed can only be loved after it is constructed; but a thing created is loved before it exists.
Happiness is not something that happens. It is not the result of good fortune or random chance. It is not something that money can buy or power command. It depends not on what happens outside of you, but on what happens inside of you.