What light is to the eyes - what air is to the lungs - what love is to the heart, liberty is to the soul of man.
I decided to fly through the air and live in the sunlight and enjoy life as much as I could.
I love the feeling of the fresh air on my face and the wind blowing through my hair.
Little things seem nothing, but they give peace, like those meadow flowers which individually seem odorless but all together perfume the air.
I acknowledge the four elements. Water in the North; incense to recognize the air in the East; flowers for the earth in the South; a candle for light from the West. It helps me keep perspective.
Skateboarding helps a ton with balance, precision, with air awareness... it gets your senses to be spot-on and it's also a great way to take my mind off things.
It is not so much for its beauty that the forest makes a claim upon men's hearts, as for that subtle something, that quality of air that emanation from old trees, that so wonderfully changes and renews a weary spirit.
We have soon to have everywhere smoke annihilators, dust absorbers, ozonizers, sterilizers of water, air, food and clothing, and accident preventers on streets, elevated roads and in subways. It will become next to impossible to contract disease germs or get hurt in the city, and country folk will got to town to rest and get well.
If you surrendered to the air, you could ride it.
My dream is to have a house on the beach, even just a little shack somewhere so I can wake up, have coffee, look at dolphins, be quiet and breathe the air.