He Who Would Travel Happy

If I Had Fifty-three Minutes To Spend As I Liked, I Should Walk At My Leisure Toward A Spring Of Fresh Water.

You Do Not Explain The Tree By Telling Of The Water It Has Drunk, The Minerals It Has Absorbed, And The Sunlight That Strengthened It.

Straight Ahead You Can't Go Very Far.

You Are Beautiful, But You Are Empty,” He Went On. “one Could Not Die For You. To Be Sure, An Ordinary Passerby Would Think That My Rose Looked Just Like You--the Rose That Belongs To Me.

Grown-ups Never Understand Anything For Themselves, And It Is Tiresome For Children To Be Always And Forever Explaining Things To Them.