It always rains on tents. Rainstorms will travel thousands of miles against prevailing winds for the opportunity to rain on a tent.

We are still keeping as much as we can to the one million commitment that we made hoping that at a certain point in time the headwinds represented by the strength of the yen will be a little bit less strong.

When we long for life without difficulties remind us that oaks grow strong in contrary winds and diamonds are made under pressure.

I admire the Elsie Tanners and Barbara Windsors of the world: people who have crawled back from the abyss. I'm quite camp in that respect.

The tallest Trees are most in the Power of the Winds and Ambitious Men of the Blasts of Fortune.

The earth is supported by the power of truth it is the power of truth that makes the sun shine and the winds blow indeed all things rest upon truth.

As a society I think we express our cultural mores through our politics. We're trying constantly to figure out what's OK and what's not OK. And it's hard because our society is constantly buffeted by gale force winds of technology. Things are always changing.

The very winds whispered in soothing accents and maternal Nature bade me weep no more.

Forests lakes and rivers clouds and winds stars and flowers stupendous glaciers and crystal snowflakes - every form of animate or inanimate existence leaves its impress upon the soul of man.

Forget not that the earth delights to feel your bare feet and the winds long to play with your hair.

We had high and boisterous winds last night and this morning: the Indians continue to purchase repairs with grain of different kinds.

My host at Richmond yesterday morning could not sufficiently express his surprise that I intended to venture to walk as far as Oxford and still farther. He however was so kind as to send his son a clever little boy to show me the road leading to Windsor.

But let there be spaces in your togetherness and let the winds of the heavens dance between you. Love one another but make not a bond of love: let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls.

Today is life-the only life you are sure of. Make the most of today. Get interested in something. Shake yourself awake. Develop a hobby. Let the winds of enthusiasm sweep through you. Live today with gusto.

We must free ourselves of the hope that the sea will ever rest. We must learn to sail in high winds.

Someday after mastering the winds the waves the tides and gravity we shall harness for God the energies of love and then for a second time in the history of the world man will have discovered fire.

I cannot think that we are useless or God would not have created us. There is one God looking down on us all. We are all the children of one God. The sun the darkness the winds are all listening to what we have to say.

From too much love of living From hope and fear set free We thank with brief thanksgiving Whatever gods may be That no life lives for ever That dead men rise up never That even the weariest river Winds somewhere safe to sea.

As a child our dreams got scattered all about and all our future prospects got scattered to so many places and we spend our lives trying to find the little pieces that make up our lives and make up the dreams that we had as a child that got blown away in the windstorm.

In the business world the rearview mirror is always clearer than the windshield.

Should you shield the canyons from the windstorms you would never see the true beauty of their carvings.

Rumors sound of galleries asking artists for upsized art and more of it. I've heard of photographers asked to print larger to increase the wall power and salability of their work. Everything winds up set to maximum in order to feed the beast.