When You Bait Your Hook With Your

How Many Thorns Of Human Nature - Hard, Sharp, Lifeless Protuberances That Tear And Wound Us, Narrow Prejudices, Bristling Conceits That Repel And Disgust Us - Are Arrested Developments, Calcified Tendencies, Buds Of Promise That Should Have Lifted A Branch Up Into The Sunny Day With Fruit; And Flowers To Delight The Heart Of Men, But Now All Grown Hard, Petrified, For Want Of Culture And A Congenial Soil And Climate.

It Is The Life Of The Crystal, The Architect Of The Flake, The Fire Of The Frost, The Soul Of The Sunbeam. This Crisp Winter Air Is Full Of It.

I Was Born With A Chronic Anxiety About The Weather.

The Lesson Which Life Repeats And Constantly Enforces Is 'look Under Foot.' You Are Always Nearer The Divine And The True Sources Of Your Power Than You Think.

Joy In The Universe, And Keen Curiosity About It All - That Has Been My Religion.