The Dog Is The God Of Frolic.

At The Bottom Of Every Leaf-stem Is A Cradle, And In It Is An Infant Germ; The Winds Will Rock It, The Birds Will Sing To It All Summer Long, But The Next Season It Will Unfold And Go Alone.

God Makes The Life Fertile By Disappointments, As He Makes The Ground Fertile By Frosts.

There Is Nothing Which Vanity Does Not Desecrate.

Every Boy Wants Someone Older Than Himself To Whom He May Go In Moods Of Confidence And Yearning. The Neglect Of This Child's Want By Grown People . . . Is A Fertile Source Of Suffering.

Anger Is A Bow That Will Shoot Sometimes Where Another Feeling Will Not.