Life Is A Struggle, But Not A

I Go To Books And To Nature As A Bee Goes To The Flower, For A Nectar That I Can Make Into My Own Honey.

One Summer Day, While I Was Walking Along The Country Road On The Farm Where I Was Born, A Section Of The Stone Wall Opposite Me, And Not More Than Three Or Four Yards Distant, Suddenly Fell Down. Amid The General Stillness And Immobility About Me The Effect Was Quite Startling. ... It Was The Sudden Summing Up Of Half A Century Or More Of Atomic Changes In The Material Of The Wall. A Grain Or Two Of Sand Yielded To The Pressure Of Long Years, And Gravity Did The Rest.

The Sunbeams Are Welcome Now. They Seem Like Pure Electricity—like Friendly And Recuperating Lightning. Are We Led To Think Electricity Abounds Only In Summer, When We See In The Storm-clouds As It Were, The Veins And Ore-beds Of It? I Imagine It Is Equally Abundant In Winter, And More Equable And Better Tempered. Who Ever Breasted A Snowstorm Without Being Excited And Exhilarated, As If This Meteor Had Come Charged With Latent Auroræ Of The North, As Doubtless It Has? It Is Like Being Pelted With Sparks From A Battery.

The Universe Is A Pretty Big Place... And The One Thing I Know About Nature Is It Hates To Waste Anything. So I Guess I'd Say If It Is Just Us, An Awful Lot Of Space Is Going To Waste. The Earth Is Not Alone, It Is Not Like A Single Apple On A Tree; There Are Many Apples On The Tree, And There Are Many Trees In The Orchard.

Happiness Comes Most To Persons Who Seek It Least And Think Least About It. It Is Not An Object To Be Sought, It Is A State To Be Induced. It Must Follow And Not Lead. It Must Overtake You, And Not You Overtake It.