There Is Something In The

It Is The Greatest Of All Mistakes To Begin Life With The Expectation That It Is Going To Be Easy, Or With The Wish To Have It So.

If An Apple Blossom Or A Ripe Apple Could Tell Its Own Story, It Would Be, Still More Than Its Own, The Story Of The Sunshine That Smiled Upon It, Of The Winds That Whispered To It, Of The Birds That Sang Around It, Of The Storms That Visited It, And Of The Motherly Tree That Held It And Fed It Until Its Petals Were Unfolded And Its Form Developed.

Canst Thou Prophesy, Thou Little Tree, What The Glory Of Thy Boughs Shall Be?

He Who Plants A Tree, Plants A Hope.

Let Us Not Depreciate Earth. There Is No Atom In It But Is Alive And Astir In The All-penetrating Splendor Of God. From The Infinitesimal To The Infinite, Everything Is Striving To Express The Thought Of His Presence With Which It Overflows.