A Somebody Was Once A Nobody Who

One Goes To Nature Only For Hints And Half-truths. Her Facts Are Crude Until You Have Absorbed Them Or Translated Them ... It Is Not So Much What We See As What The Thing Seen Suggests.

Literature Is An Investment Of Genius Which Pays Dividends To All Subsequent Times.

When Nature Made The Blue-bird She Wished To Propitiate Both The Sky And The Earth, So She Gave Him The Color Of The One On His Back And The Hue Of The Other On His Breast.

Every Walk To The Woods Is A Religious Rite, Every Bath In The Stream Is A Saving Ordinance. Communion Service Is At All Hours, And The Bread And Wine Are From The Heart And Marrow Of Mother Earth.

Natural History Is A Matter Of Observation; It Is A Harvest Which You Gather When And Where You Find It Growing. Birds And Squirrels And Flowers Are Not Always In Season, But Philosophy We Have Always With Us. It Is A Crop Which We Can Grow And Reap At All Times And In All Places And It Has Its Own Value And Brings Its Own Satisfaction.