Every Calamity Is A Spur And A

If We Walk In The Woods, We Must Feed Mosquitoes.

All Things With Which We Deal Preach To Us. What Is A Farm But A Mute Gospel? The Chaff And The Wheat, Weeds And Plants, Blight, Rain, Insects, Sun,--it Is A Sacred Emblem From The First Furrow Of Spring To The Last Stack Which The Snow Of Winter Overtakes In The Fields.

The Need For A Rational Consistency Is The Hobgoblin Of Small Minds.

None Of Us Will Ever Accomplish Anything Excellent Or Commanding Except When He Listens To This Whisper Which Is Heard By Him Alone.

Better Be A Nettle In The Side Of Your Friend Than His Echo.