Come To The Woods, For Here Is

To Ask Me Whether I Could Endure To Live Without Friends Is Absurd. It Is Easy Enough To Live Out Of Material Sight Of Friends, But To Live Without Human Love Is Impossible.

The Blessings Of One Mountain Day, Whatever His Fate, Long Life, Short Life, Stormy Or Calm, He Is Rich Forever.

The Mountains Are Fountains Not Only Of Rivers And Fertile Soil, But Of Men.

We All Flow From One Fountain.

There Is That In The Glance Of A Flower Which May At Times Control The Greatest Of Creation's Braggart Lords.