Time Does Not Become Sacred

The Poor Old Earth Which Has Mothered Us And Nursed Us We Treat With Scant Respect. Our Awe And Veneration We Reserve For The Worlds We Know Not Of. Our Senses Sell Us Out. The Mud On Our Shoes Disenchants Us.

I Am Not Going To Advocate ... The Abandoning Of The Improved Modes Of Travel; But I Am Going To Brag As Lustily As I Can On Behalf Of The Pedestrian, And Show How All The Shining Angels Second And Accompany The Man Who Goes Afoot, While All The Dark Spirits Are Ever Looking Out For A Chance To Ride.

Nothing Relieves And Ventilates The Mind Like A Resolution.

Happiness Comes Most To Persons Who Seek It Least And Think Least About It. It Is Not An Object To Be Sought, It Is A State To Be Induced. It Must Follow And Not Lead. It Must Overtake You, And Not You Overtake It.

Oh, Spring Is Surely Coming, Her Couriers Fill The Air; Each Morn Are New Arrivals, Each Night Her Ways Prepare; I Scent Her Fragrant Garments, Her Foot Is On The Stair.