In a forest of a hundred thousand trees, no two leaves are alike. And no two journeys along the same path are a like

Slow motion low level shot of ripples in a puddle in Seoul at days.

The clock is ticking as nature attempts to absorb the increased greenhouse gas emissions.

I find that the harder I work, the more luck I seem to have.

The river was beautiful and wise. There were the two of them being happy in a new way. For here, there was no man, no woman, no master, no yellow, no black, no white. We, we who were, we are the same no longer.

The secret to a good morning is to watch the sunrise with an open heart.

Raindrops smile when it rains because they know that if they didn't, then you would feel unhappy.

To increase the chances of a writer trying to kill themselves, cut off their hands.