Nothing Is More Pleasing And

Every Spring Is The Only Spring, A Perpetual Astonishment.

The Mountains Of Today Are The Molehills Of Tomorrow.

All The Things Of The Wild Have Their Proper Uses. Only Misuse Makes Them Evil.

They Sell Courage Of A Sort In The Taverns. And Another Sort, Though Not For Sale, A Man Can Find In The Confessional. Try The Alehouses And The Churches, Hugh. In Either A Man Can Be Quiet And Think.

Life Goes Not In A Straight Line, Lad, But In A Circle. The First Half We Spend Venturing As Far As The World's End From Home And Kin And Stillness, And The Latter Half Brings Us Back, By Roundabout Ways But Surely, To That State From Which We Set Out.