To Be A Good Draftsman Was To

There Is But One Kind Of Love; God Is Love, And All His Creatures Derive Theirs From His; Only It Is Modified By The Different Degrees Of Intelligence In Different Beings And Creatures.

All Trembling, I Reached The Falls Of Niagara, And Oh, What A Scene! My Blood Shudders Still, Although I Am Not A Coward, At The Grandeur Of The Creators Power; And I Gazed Motionless On This New Display Of The Irresistible Force Of One Of His Elements.

When The Bird And The Book Disagree, Believe The Bird.

The Nature Of The Place...whether High Or Low, Moist Or Dry, Whether Sloping North Or South, Or Bearing Tall Trees Or Low Shrubs...generally Gives Hint As To Its Inhabitants.

Almost Every Day, Instead Of Going To School When I Ought To Have Gone, I Usually Made For The Fields, Where I Spent The Day.