Do No Dishonor To The Earth Lest

As Well Expect Nature To Answer Your Human Values As To Come Into Your House And Sit In A Chair.

A Garden Is The Mirror Of A Mind. It Is A Place Of Life, A Mystery Of Green Moving To The Pulse Of The Year, And Pressing On And Pausing The Whole To Its Own Inherent Rhythms.

The Three Great Elemental Sounds In Nature Are The Sound Of Rain, The Sound Of Wind In A Primeval Wood, And The Sound Of Outer Ocean On A Beach.

Learn To Reverence Night And To Put Away The Vulgar Fear Of It, For, With The Banishment Of Night From The Experience Of Man, There Vanishes As Well A Religious Emotion, A Poetic Mood, Which Gives Depth To The Adventure Of Humanity.

I Am Glad That The Country World...retains A Power To Use Our English Tongue. It Is A Part Of Its Sense Of Reality, Of Its Vocabulary Of Definite Terms, And Of Its Habit Of Earthly Common Sense. I Find This Country Writing An Excellent Corrective Of The Urban Vocabulary Of Abstractions And Of The Emotion Disguised As Thinking Which Abstractions And Humbug Have Loosed Upon The World. May There Always Be Such Things As A Door, A Milk Pail, And A Loaf Of Bread, And Words To Do Them Honor.