Some Men Are Like Nails, Very Easily

In Winter The Stars Seem To Have Rekindled Their Fires, The Moon Achieves A Fuller Triumph, And The Heavens Wear A Look Of A More Exalted Simplicity.

The Rocks Have A History; Gray And Weatherworn, They Are Veterans Of Many Battles; They Have Most Of Them Marched In The Ranks Of Vast Stone Brigades During The Ice Age; They Have Been Torn From The Hills, Recruited From The Mountaintops, And Marshaled On The Plains And In The Valleys; And Now The Elemental War Is Over, There They Lie Waging A Gentle But Incessant Warfare With Time And Slowly, Oh, So Slowly, Yielding To Its Attacks!

In New York And New England The Sap Starts Up In The Sugar Maple The Very Day The Bluebird Arrives, And Sugar-making Begins Forthwith. The Bird Is Generally A Mere Disembodied Voice; A Rumor In The Air For Two Or Three Days Before It Takes Visible Shape Before You.

The Spirit Of Man Can Endure Only So Much And When It Is Broken Only A Miracle Can Mend It.

We Are Made Strong By What We Overcome.