We are all bound thither; we are hastening to the same common goal. Black death calls all things under the sway of its laws. [Lat. , Tendimus huc omnes; metam properamus ad unam. Omnia sub leges mors vocat atra suas. ]
There are moments when Nature reveals the passion hidden beneath the careless calm of her ordinary moods-violent spring flashing white on almond-blossom through the purple clouds; a snowy, moonlit peak, with its single star, soaring up to the passionate blue; or against the flames of sunset, an old yew-tree standing dark guardian of some fiery secret.