He Who Marvels At The Beauty Of

[theodore Roosevelt] Was A Naturalist On The Broadest Grounds, Uniting Much Technical Knowledge With Knowledge Of The Daily Lives And Habits Of All Forms Of Wild Life. He Probably Knew Tenfold More Natural History Than All The Presidents Who Had Preceded Him, And, I Think One Is Safe In Saying, More Human History Also.

Without Death And Decay, How Could Life Go On?

If I Were To Name The Three Most Precious Resources Of Life, I Should Say Books, Friends, And Nature.

All Sounds Are Sharper In Winter; The Air Transmits Better. At Night I Hear More Distinctly The Steady Roar Of The North Mountain. In Summer It Is A Sort Of Complacent Purr, As The Breezes Stroke Down Its Sides; But In Winter Always The Same Low, Sullen Growl.

Some Men Are Like Nails, Very Easily Drawn; Others However Are More Like Rivets Never Drawn At All.