Lie Down Among The Pines For A

The Clearest Way Into The Universe Is Through A Forest Wilderness.

I’d Rather Be In The Mountains Thinking Of God, Than In Church Thinking About The Mountains.

Earth Has No Sorrow That Earth Can Not Heal.

They Tell Us That Plants Are Not Like Man Immortal, But Are Perishable-soul -less. I Think That Is Something That We Know Exactly Nothing About.

Few In These Hot, Dim, Strenuous Times Are Quite Sane Or Free; Choked With Care Like Clocks Full Of Dust, Laboriously Doing So Much Good And Making So Much Money - Or So Little, They Are No Longer Good For Themselves.