I Still Find Each Day Too Short.

I Am In Love With This World . . . I Have Climbed Its Mountains, Roamed Its Forests, Sailed Its Waters, Crossed Its Deserts, Felt The Sting Of Its Frosts, The Oppression Of Its Heats, The Drench Of Its Rains, The Fury Of Its Winds, And Always Have Beauty And Joy Waited Upon My Goings And Comings.

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

Natural History Is A Matter Of Observation; It Is A Harvest Which You Gather When And Where You Find It Growing. Birds And Squirrels And Flowers Are Not Always In Season, But Philosophy We Have Always With Us. It Is A Crop Which We Can Grow And Reap At All Times And In All Places And It Has Its Own Value And Brings Its Own Satisfaction.

It Is The Life Of The Crystal, The Architect Of The Flake, The Fire Of The Frost, The Soul Of The Sunbeam. This Crisp Winter Air Is Full Of It.

Maybe That Will Happen With Other Countries As Well. And So, That's Why One Of The Things That Groups Like Mine That Work For The Elimination Of Nuclear Weapons And Work For Their Marginalization In The Meantime, We Say You Have To Diminish The Political Value That's Attached To Nuclear Weapons In Order To Give Them Less (kind Of) Desirability In The Eyes Of Governments That Do Not Now Have Them, And Thus To Help Stop Their Spread.