He Who Plants A Tree, Plants A

That Larger Vision Is Certain To Make Clear The Value In Our Own Lives Of Service To Others.

A Drop Of Water, If It Could Write Out Its Own History, Would Explain The Universe To Us.

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.

There Is Something In The Place Where We Were Born That Holds Us Always By The Heart-strings.

The Religion Of Our Fathers Overhung Us Children Like The Shadow Of A Mighty Tree Against The Trunk Of Which We Rested, While We Looked Up In Wonder Through The Great Boughs That Half Hid And Half Revealed The Sky. Some Of The Boughs Were Already Decaying, So That Perhaps We Began To See A Little More Of The Sky Than Our Elders; But The Tree Was Sound At Its Heart.