In The Order Of Nature We May

How Many Thorns Of Human Nature - Hard, Sharp, Lifeless Protuberances That Tear And Wound Us, Narrow Prejudices, Bristling Conceits That Repel And Disgust Us - Are Arrested Developments, Calcified Tendencies, Buds Of Promise That Should Have Lifted A Branch Up Into The Sunny Day With Fruit; And Flowers To Delight The Heart Of Men, But Now All Grown Hard, Petrified, For Want Of Culture And A Congenial Soil And Climate.

Every Walk To The Woods Is A Religious Rite, Every Bath In The Stream Is A Saving Ordinance. Communion Service Is At All Hours, And The Bread And Wine Are From The Heart And Marrow Of Mother Earth.

I Think Rain Is As Necessary To The Mind As To Vegetation. My Very Thoughts Become Thirsty, And Crave The Moisture.

I Have Discovered The Secret Of Happiness - It Is Work, Either With The Hands Or The Head. The Moment I Have Something To Do, The Draughts Are Open And My Chimney Draws, And I Am Happy.

A Man Can Fail Many Times, But He Isn't A Failure Until He Begins To Blame Somebody Else.