When The Traveler Goes Alone He Gets

Science May Eventually Explain The World Of How. The Ultimate World Of Why May Remain For Contemplation, Philosophy, Religion.

I Do Not Yet Know Why Plants Come Out Of The Land Or Float In Streams, Or Creep On Rocks Or Roll From The Sea. I Am Entranced By The Mystery Of Them And Absorbed By Their Variety And Kinds. Everywhere, They Are Visible Yet Everywhere Occult.

Extension Work Is Not Exhortation. Nor Is It Exploitation Of The People, Or Advertising Of An Institution, Or Publicity Work For Securing Students. It Is A Plain, Earnest, And Continuous Effort To Meet The Needs Of The People On Their Own Farms And In The Localities.

A Person Cannot Love A Plant After He Has Pruned It, Then He Has Either Done A Poor Job Or Is Devoid Of Emotion.

My Life Has Been A Continuous Fulfillment Of Dreams. It Appears That Everything I Saw And Did Has A New, And Perhaps, More Significant Meaning, Every Time I See It. The Earth Is Good. It Is A Privilege To Live Thereon.