To be beautiful, nature is doing its duties but why not we be beautiful from inside.

The sky was a fresh-swept blue, with only a trace of white cloud clinging to the dome of heaven like a thin streak of test paint

Although raised on the farm - my grandfather was an unsuccessful fundamentalist preacher turned farmer - my father and his brother both became professors.

I used to do a lot of fencing in the theater and a lot of horse riding in the early days, so I&#39;m used to it in a way. If you&#39;re classically trained like I am, it&#39;s a little bit like mother&#39;s milk to me. I enjoy it.

Written By Brian Cox

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