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Nature Will Not Be Conquered, But Gives Herself Freely To Her True Lover - To Him Who Revels With Her, Bathes In Her Seas, Sails Her Rivers, Camps In Her Woods, And With No Mercenary Ends, Accepts All.

Love Is The Measure Of Life; Only So Far As We Love Do We Really Live.

Nothing Relieves And Ventilates The Mind Like A Resolution.

The Life Of Nature We Must Meet Halfway; It Is Shy, Withdrawn, And Blends Itself With A Vast Neutral Background. We Must Be Initiated; It Is An Order The Secrets Of Which Are Well Guarded.

The Tendinous Part Of The Mind, So To Speak, Is More Developed In Winter; The Fleshy, In Summer. I Should Say Winter Had Given The Bone And Sinew To Literature, Summer The Tissues And The Blood.