If I Were To Name

Every Walk To The Woods Is A Religious Rite, Every Bath In The Stream Is A Saving Ordinance. Communion Service Is At All Hours, And The Bread And Wine Are From The Heart And Marrow Of Mother Earth.

Oh, Spring Is Surely Coming, Her Couriers Fill The Air; Each Morn Are New Arrivals, Each Night Her Ways Prepare; I Scent Her Fragrant Garments, Her Foot Is On The Stair.

There Is Hardly A Man On Earth Who Will Take Advice Unless He Is Certain That It Is Positively Bad.

The Longer I Live, The More My Mind Dwells Upon The Beauty And The Wonder Of The World.

I Go To Books And To Nature As A Bee Goes To The Flower, For A Nectar That I Can Make Into My Own Honey.