All The World Was Before

Living Artificially In Towns, We Are Sickly, And Never Come To Know Ourselves.

Writing Is Like The Life Of A Glacier; One Eternal Grind.

Everybody Needs Beauty As Well As Bread.

I Have Seen Oaks Of Many Species In Many Kinds Of Exposure And Soil, But Those Of Kentucky Excel In Grandeur All I Had Ever Before Beheld. They Are Broad And Dense And Bright Green. In The Leafy Bowers And Caves Of Their Long Branches Dwell Magnificent Avenues Of Shade, And Every Tree Seems To Be Blessed With A Double Portion Of Strong Exulting Life.

One Should Go To The Woods For Safety, If For Nothing Else.