He Who Marvels At The

Nature Comes Home To One Most When One Is At Home. The Stranger And Traveler Finds Her A Stranger And Traveler Also.

One May Summon His Philosophy When They Are Beaten In Battle, Not Till Then.

I Seldom Go Into A Natural History Museum Without Feeling As If I Were Attending A Funeral.

Natural History Is A Matter Of Observation; It Is A Harvest Which You Gather When And Where You Find It Growing. Birds And Squirrels And Flowers Are Not Always In Season, But Philosophy We Have Always With Us. It Is A Crop Which We Can Grow And Reap At All Times And In All Places And It Has Its Own Value And Brings Its Own Satisfaction.

I See On A Immense Scale, And As Clearly As In A Demonstration In A Laboratory, That Good Comes Out Of Evil; That The Impartiality Of The Nature Providence Is Best; That We Are Made Strong By What We Overcome; That Man Is Man Because He Is As Free To Do Evil As To Do Good; That Life Is As Free To Develop Hostile Forms As To Develop Friendly; That Power Waits Upon Him Who Earns It; That Disease, Wars, The Unloosened, Devastating Elemental Forces Have Each And All Played Their Part In Developing And Hardening Man And Giving Him The Heroic Fiber.