Every Decade Needs Its Own

Yesterday The Twig Was Brown And Bare; To-day The Glint Of Green Is There; Tomorrow Will Be Leaflets Spare; I Know No Thing So Wondrous Fair, No Miracle So Strangely Rare. I Wonder What Will Next Be There!

A Person Cannot Love A Plant After He Has Pruned It, Then He Has Either Done A Poor Job Or Is Devoid Of Emotion.

Science May Eventually Explain The World Of How. The Ultimate World Of Why May Remain For Contemplation, Philosophy, Religion.

The Happiest Life Has The Greatest Number Of Points Of Contact With The World, And It Has The Deepest Feeling And Sympathy With Everything That Is.

My Life Has Been A Continuous Fulfillment Of Dreams. It Appears That Everything I Saw And Did Has A New, And Perhaps, More Significant Meaning, Every Time I See It. The Earth Is Good. It Is A Privilege To Live Thereon.