The Fuel In The Earth Will Be

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 Fuel In The Earth Will Be Exhausted In A Thousand Or More Years, And Its Mineral Wealth, But Man Will Find Substitutes For These In The Winds, The Waves, The Sun's Heat, And So Forth.

The Simplicity Of Winter Has A Deep Moral. The Return Of Nature, After Such A Career Of Splendor And Prodigality, To Habits So Simple And Austere, Is Not Lost Either Upon The Head Or The Heart. It Is The Philosopher Coming Back From The Banquet And The Wine To A Cup Of Water And A Crust Of Bread.

I Seldom Go Into A Natural History Museum Without Feeling As If I Were Attending A Funeral.

There Is Hardly A Man On Earth Who Will Take Advice Unless He Is Certain That It Is Positively Bad.