Education, I Fear, Is Learning To See

I Shall Now Confess To You That None Of Those Three Trout Had To Be Beheaded, Or Folded Double, To Fit Their Casket. What Was Big Was Not The Trout, But The Chance. What Was Full Was Not My Creel, But My Memory.

That The Situation Appears Hopeless Should Not Prevent Us From Doing Our Best.

I Know A Painting So Evanescent That It Is Seldom Viewed At All Except By Some Wandering Deer. It Is A River Who Wields The Brush And It Is The Same River Who Before I Can Bring My Friends To View His Work Erases It Forever From Human View. After That It Exists Only In My Mind's Eye.

No One Would Rather Hunt Woodcock In October Than I, But Since Learning Of The Sky Dance I Find Myself Calling One Or Two Birds Enough. I Must Be Sure That, Come April, There Be No Dearth Of Dancers In The Sunset Sky.

The Art Of Land Doctoring Is Being Practiced With Vigor, But The Science Of Land Health Is Yet To Be Born.