I Find My Past In

One Must Be A Wise Reader To Quote Wisely And Well.

Time Is One's Best Friend, Teaching Best Of All The Wisdom Of Silence.

Like Birds Of Passage, The Instincts Drift The Soul Adventurously Beyond The Horizon Of Sensible Things, As If Intent On Convoying It To The Mother Country From Whence It Had Flown.

Nature Is The Armory Of Genius. Cities Serve It Poorly, Books And Colleges At Second Hand; The Eye Craves The Spectacle Of The Horizon; Of Mountain, Ocean, River And Plain, The Clouds And Stars; Actual Contact With The Elements, Sympathy With The Seasons As They Rise And Roll.

My Favorite Books Have A Personality And Complexion As Distinctly Drawn As If The Author's Portrait Were Framed Into The Paragraphs And Smiled Upon Me As I Read His Illustrated Pages.