If You Want To See Birds, You

How Beautiful The Leaves Grow Old. How Full Of Light And Color Are Their Last Days.

In The Printed Page The Only Real Things Are The Paper And The Ink; The White Spaces Play The Same Part In Aiding The Eye To Take In The Meaning Of The Print As Do The Black Letters.

Nature Teaches More Than She Preaches. There Are No Sermons In Stones. It Is Easier To Get A Spark Out Of A Stone Than A Moral.

I Always Feel At Home Where The Sugar Maple Grows.... Glorious In Autumn, A Fountain Of Coolness In Summer, Sugar In Its Veins, Gold In Its Foliage, Warmth In Its Fibers, And Health In It The Year Round.

I Want Nothing Less Than A Faith Founded Upon A Rock, Faith In The Constitution Of Things. The Various Man-made Creeds Are Fictitious, Like The Constellations Orion, Cassiopeia’s Chair, The Big Dipper; The Only Thing Real In Them Is The Stars, And The Only Thing Real In The Creeds Is The Soul’s Aspiration Toward The Infinite.