If I Were To Name The Three

Love Is The Measure Of Life; Only So Far As We Love Do We Really Live.

One Goes To Nature Only For Hints And Half-truths. Her Facts Are Crude Until You Have Absorbed Them Or Translated Them ... It Is Not So Much What We See As What The Thing Seen Suggests.

Travel And Society Polish One, But A Rolling Stone Gathers No Moss, And A Little Moss Is A Good Thing On A Man.

The Deeper Our Insight Into The Methods Of Nature . . . The More Incredible The Popular Christianity Seems To Us.

Before The Bud Swells, Before The Grass Springs, Before The Plough Is Started, Comes The Sugar Harvest. It Is Sequel Of The Bitter Frost; A Sap Run Is The Sweet Goodbye Of Winter.