I Thank You, God, In Heaven, For

In Very Truth It Is The Unattained Which Gives Zest To The Commonplace And Brims The Cup Of Our Daily Life With Keenest Joy.

Memory Is A Trustworthy Servant As Long As It Is Made To Serve.

God Made The Forests, The Tiny Stars, And The Wild Winds-and I Think That He Made Them Partly As A Balance For That Kind Of Civilization That Would Choke The Spirit Of Joy Out Of Our Hearts. He Made The Great Open Places For The People Who Want To Be Alone With Him And Talk To Him, Away From The Crowds That Kill All Reverence. And I Think That He Is Glad At Times To Have Us Forget Our Cares And Responsibilities That We May Be Nearer Him-as Jesus Was When He Crept Away Into The Wilderness To Pray.

Books Have Been To Me What Gold Is To The Miser, What New Fields Are To The Explorer.

Creative Genius Is A Divinely Bestowed Gift Which Is The Coronation Of The Few.