We Cannot Walk Through Life On Mountain

I Am In Love With This World . . . I Have Climbed Its Mountains, Roamed Its Forests, Sailed Its Waters, Crossed Its Deserts, Felt The Sting Of Its Frosts, The Oppression Of Its Heats, The Drench Of Its Rains, The Fury Of Its Winds, And Always Have Beauty And Joy Waited Upon My Goings And Comings.

I Go To Nature To Be Soothed And Healed, And To Have My Senses Put In Order.

Communing With God Is Communing With Our Own Hearts, Our Own Best Selves, Not With Something Foreign And Accidental. Saints And Devotees Have Gone Into The Wilderness To Find God; Of Course They Took God With Them, And The Silence And Detachment Enabled Them To Hear The Still, Small Voice Of Their Own Souls, As One Hears The Ticking Of His Own Watch In The Stillness Of The Night.

I Was Born With A Chronic Anxiety About The Weather.

If You Think You Can Do It, You Can.