Books Are But Stepping Stones

In Every Walk With Nature One Receives Far More Than He Seeks.

Eternal Sunrise, Eternal Sunset, Eternal Dawn And Gloaming, On Seas And Continents And Islands, Each In Its Turn, As The Round Earth Rolls.

I Always Enjoyed The Hearty Society Of A Snowstorm.

Some People Miss Flesh As A Drunkard Misses His Dram.

Handle A Book As A Bee Does A Flower, Extract Its Sweetness But Do Not Damage It.