No Truth Is Strong Enough To Defeat

If We Haven't A Grouch Against Fortune, We Seem Unable To Avoid One Against Ourselves.

This Alone Is To Be Feared - The Closed Mind, The Sleeping Imagination, The Death Of The Spirit. The Death Of The Body Is To That, I Think, A Little Thing.

I Find You In All Small And Lovely Things; In The Little Fishes Like Flames In The Green Water, In The Furred And Stupid Softness Of Bumble-bees Fat As Laughter, In All The Chiming Radiance Of Warmth And Light And Scent In The Summer Garden.

The More I See Of Dogs, The More I Like Children.

Really, Trees Are Nearly As Important As Men, And Much Better Behaved.