How Hard It Is To

I Am Always Thirsting For Beautiful, Beautiful, Beautiful Music. I Wish I Could Make It. Perhaps There Isn't Any Music On Earth Like What I Picture To Myself.

I Know There Will Be Spring, As Surely As The Birds Know It When They See Above The Snow Two Tiny, Quivering Green Leaves. Spring Cannot Fail Us.

To Us, From The Beginning, Nature Has Been But A Poor Plastic Thing, To Be Toyed With This Way Or That, As Man Happens To Please His Deity Or Not; To Go To Church Or Not; To Say His Prayers Right Or Not; To Travel On A Sunday Or Not.was It Possible For Us In An Instant To See Nature As She Is-the Flowing Vestment Of An Unchanging Reality?

We Have Always Borne Part Of The Weight Of War, And The Major Part ... Men Have Made Boomerangs, Bows, Swords, Or Guns With Which To Destroy One Another; We Have Made The Men Who Destroyed And Were Destroyed! ... We Pay The First Cost On All Human Life.

Everything Has Two Sides - The Outside That Is Ridiculous, And The Inside That Is Solemn.