Bicycling is the nearest approximation I know to the flight of birds. The airplane simply carries a man on its back like an obedient Pegasus; it gives him no wings of his own.
__Louis J. Helle, Jr., Spring in Washington
It breaks your heart. It is designed to break your heart. The game begins in spring, when everything else begins again, and it blossoms in the summer, filling the afternoons and evenings, and then as soon as the chill rains come, it stops and leaves you to face the fall alone.
__A. Bartlett Giamatti, "The Green Fields of the Mind," Yale Alumni Magazine, November 1977