Ode O. Siegers

“It was November--the month of crimson sunsets, parting birds, deep, sad hymns of the sea, passionate wind-songs in the pines. Anne roamed through the pineland alleys in the park and, as she said, let that great sweeping wind blow the fogs out of her soul.”
― L. M. Montgomery, Anne of Green Gables

“Many a book is like a key to unknown chambers within the castle of one’s own self.”
― Franz Kafka

“He who fears he shall suffer, already suffers what he fears.”
― Michel de Montaigne, The Complete Essays

“Even if I knew that tomorrow the world would go to pieces, I would still plant my apple tree.”
― Martin Luther