Nature Is No Spendthrift, But

The Only Joy In His Being Mine, Is That The Not Mine Is Mine.

The Exercise Of All The Senses Is As Intense Pleasure, As Anyone Will Find, Who Recovers The Use Of One After Being Deprived Of It.

A Beautiful Soul Always Dwells In A Beautiful World.

Plants Are The Young Of The World, Vessels Of Health And Vigor; But They Grope Ever Upward Towards Consciousness; The Trees Are Imperfect Men, And Seem To Bemoan Their Imprisonment, Rooted In The Ground.

Tomorrow Is A New Day. You Shall Begin It Well And Serenely