Then, Again, How Annoying To

How Readily The Bluebirds Become Our Friends And Neighbors When We Offer Them Suitable Nesting Retreats!

Nature Will Not Be Conquered, But Gives Herself Freely To Her True Lover - To Him Who Revels With Her, Bathes In Her Seas, Sails Her Rivers, Camps In Her Woods, And With No Mercenary Ends, Accepts All.

The Simplicity Of Winter Has A Deep Moral. The Return Of Nature, After Such A Career Of Splendor And Prodigality, To Habits So Simple And Austere, Is Not Lost Either Upon The Head Or The Heart. It Is The Philosopher Coming Back From The Banquet And The Wine To A Cup Of Water And A Crust Of Bread.

A Man’s Life May Stagnate As Literally As Water May Stagnate, And Just As Motion And Direction Are The Remedy For One, So Purpose And Activity Are The Remedy For The Other.

Communing With God Is Communing With Our Own Hearts, Our Own Best Selves, Not With Something Foreign And Accidental. Saints And Devotees Have Gone Into The Wilderness To Find God; Of Course They Took God With Them, And The Silence And Detachment Enabled Them To Hear The Still, Small Voice Of Their Own Souls, As One Hears The Ticking Of His Own Watch In The Stillness Of The Night.