All Flowers Talk To Me And So

A Life That Stood Out As A Gospel Of Self-forgetting Service. He Could Have Added Fortune To Fame But Caring For Neither He Found Happiness And Honor In Being Helpful To The World. The Centre Of His World Was The South Where He Was Born In Slavery Some 79 Years Ago And Where He Did His Work As A Creative Scientist.

When I Was Young, I Said To God, 'god, Tell Me The Mystery Of The Universe.' But God Answered, 'that Knowledge Is For Me Alone.' So I Said, 'god, Tell Me The Mystery Of The Peanut.' Then God Said, 'well George, That's More Nearly Your Size.' And He Told Me.

Never A Day Passes But That I Do Myself The Honor To Commune With Some Of Nature's Varied Forms.

Reading About Nature Is Fine, But If A Person Walks In The Woods And Listens Carefully, He Can Learn More Than What Is In Books, For They Speak With The Voice Of God.

Anything Will Give Up Its Secrets If You Love It Enough. Not Only Have I Found That When I Talk To The Little Flower Or To The Little Peanut They Will Give Up Their Secrets, But I Have Found That When I Silently Commune With People They Give Up Their Secrets Also – If You Love Them Enough.