Living Artificially In Towns, We Are Sickly,

God Cannot Save Them From Fools.

What A Psalm The Storm Was Singing, And How Fresh The Smell Of The Washed Earth And Leaves, And How Sweet The Still Small Voices Of The Storm!

One Day's Exposure To Mountains Is Better Than A Cartload Of Books.

I Never Saw A Discontented Tree.

They Tell Us That Plants Are Not Like Man Immortal, But Are Perishable-soul -less. I Think That Is Something That We Know Exactly Nothing About.