The world's a forest, in which all lose their way; though by a different path each goes astray.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
For every path you choose, there is another you must abandon, usually forever.
The beginnings of a forest is one of the ugliest things on the planet. It's bleak and your neighbours hate you.
The world is divided into two categories: failures and unknowns.
A nation that destroys its soils destroys itself. Forests are the lungs of our land, purifying the air and giving fresh strength to our people.
In this world of change, nothing which comes stays, and nothing which goes is lost.
There is no royal road to anything, one thing at a time, all things in succession. That which grows fast, withers as rapidly. That which grows slowly, endures.
The further human society drifts away from nature, the less we understand interdependence.
Avoid the world, it's just a lot of dust and drag and means nothing in the end.
The world rolls round forever like a mill; it grinds out death and life and good and ill; it has no purpose, heart or mind or will.
The clearest way into the Universe is through a forest wilderness.