Handle A Book As A Bee Does

Society Speaks And All Men Listen, Mountains Speak And Wise Men Listen

When A Man Plants A Tree, He Plants Himself.

How Infinitely Superior To Our Physical Senses Are Those Of The Mind!

How Lavish Is Nature Building, Pulling Down, Creating, Destroying, Chasing Every Material Particle From Form To Form, Ever Changing, Ever Beautiful.

I Wish I Knew Where I Was Going. Doomed To Be Carried Of The Spirit Into The Wilderness, I Suppose. I Wish I Could Be More Moderate In My Desires, But I Cannot, And So There Is No Rest.