One Is Tempted To Say

The Fisherman Has A Harmless, Preoccupied Look; He Is A Kind Of Vagrant, That Nothing Fears. He Blends Himself With The Trees And The Shadows. All His Approaches Are Gentle And Indirect. He Times Himself To The Meandering, Soliloquizing Stream; He Addresses Himself To It As A Lover To His Mistress; He Woos It And Stays With It Till He Knows Its Hidden Secrets. Where It Deepens His Purpose Deepens; Where It Is Shallow He Is Indifferent. He Knows How To Interpret Its Every Glance And Dimple; Its Beauty Haunts Him For Days.

The Smallest Deed Is Better Than The Greatest Intention.

To Learn Something New, Take The Path That You Took Yesterday.

He Who Marvels At The Beauty Of The World In Summer Will Find Equal Cause For Wonder And Admiration In Winter.

To See Earth Fully We Already Need To Love It