Nature Is The Symbol Of Spirit.

A Walk In The Woods Is Only An Exalted Dream.

Language Is The Archives Of History.

Let Us Even Bid Our Dearest Friends Farewell, And Defy Them, Saying, "who Are You? Unhand Me: I Will Be Dependent No More." Ah! Seest Thou Not, O Brother, That Thus We Part Only To Meet Again On A Higher Platform, And Only Be More Each Other's, Because We Are More Our Own?

Respect The Child. Be Not Too Much His Parent. Trespass Not On His Solitude.

I Cannot Find Language Of Sufficient Energy To Convey My Sense Of The Sacredness Of Private Integrity.