The World Is Big And I Want

...therefore All Childish Fear Must Be Put Away.

Happy Will Be The Men Who, Having The Power And The Love And The Benevolent Forecast To [create A Park], Will Do It. They Will Not Be Forgotten. The Trees And Their Lovers Will Sing Their Praises, And Generations Yet Unborn Will Rise Up And Call Them Blessed.

Who Publishes The Sheet-music Of The Winds Or The Music Of Water Written In River-lines?

We All Flow From One Fountain.

One Can Make A Day Of Any Size And Regulate The Rising And Setting Of His Own Sun And The Brightness Of Its Shining.