The Trouble With You People Is That

Trees Have As Much Individuality As Human Beings. Not Even Two Spruces Are Alike. There Is Always Some Kink Or Curve Or Bend Of Bough To Single Each One Out From Its Fellows.

Don't Try To Write Anything You Can't Feel - It Will Be A Failure - 'echoes Nothing Worth

Secrets Are Generally Terrible. Beauty Is Not Often Hidden — Only Ugliness And Deformity.

Nothing Ever Seems Impossible In Spring, You Know.

When People Mean To Be Good To You, You Don't Mind Very Much When They're Not Quite—always.