The God Of The Puritans...was A Monster

It Is The Life Of The Crystal, The Architect Of The Flake, The Fire Of The Frost, The Soul Of The Sunbeam. This Crisp Winter Air Is Full Of It.

I Always Feel At Home Where The Sugar Maple Grows.... Glorious In Autumn, A Fountain Of Coolness In Summer, Sugar In Its Veins, Gold In Its Foliage, Warmth In Its Fibers, And Health In It The Year Round.

Science Has Done More For The Development Of Western Civilization In One Hundred Years Than Christianity Did In Eighteen Hundred Years.

I Have Discovered The Secret Of Happiness - It Is Work, Either With The Hands Or The Head. The Moment I Have Something To Do, The Draughts Are Open And My Chimney Draws, And I Am Happy.

In What Bold Relief Stand Out The Lives Of All Walkers Of The Snow! The Snow Is A Great Tell-tale, And Blabs As Effectually As It Obliterates. I Go Into The Woods, And Know All That Has Happened. I Cross The Fields, And If Only A Mouse Has Visited His Neighbor, The Fact Is Chronicled.