If You Want To See Birds, You

I Go To Nature To Be Soothed And Healed, And To Have My Senses Put In Order.

If You Think You Can Do It, You Can.

I Came From A Race Of Fishers; Trout Streams Gurgled About The Roots Of My Family Tree.

The Simplicity Of Winter Has A Deep Moral. The Return Of Nature, After Such A Career Of Splendor And Prodigality, To Habits So Simple And Austere, Is Not Lost Either Upon The Head Or The Heart. It Is The Philosopher Coming Back From The Banquet And The Wine To A Cup Of Water And A Crust Of Bread.

The Gift Of Perfume To A Flower Is A Special Grace Like Genius Or Like Beauty, And Never Becomes Common Or Cheap.