O Bluebird, Welcome Back Again, Thy Azure

The Most Precious Things Of Life Are Near At Hand, Without Money And Without Price. Each Of You Has The Whole Wealth Of The Universe At Your Very Door. All That I Ever Had, And Still Have, May Be Yours By Stretching Forth Your Hand And Taking It.

Close Scrutiny Of An Object In Nature Will Nearly Always Yield Some Significant Fact.

For Anything Worth Having One Must Pay The Price; And The Price Is Always Work, Patience, Love, Self-sacrifice - No Paper Currency, No Promises To Pay, But The Gold Of Real Service.

What A Severe Yet Master Artist Old Winter Is... No Longer The Canvas And The Pigments, But The Marble And The Chisel.

One Can Only Learn His Powers Of Action By Action, And His Powers Of Thought By Thinking