Some Men, At The Approach Of A

The Silence That Accepts Merit As The Most Natural Thing In The World Is The Highest Applause.

My Garden Is A Forest Ledge Which Older Forest S Bound; The Banks Slope Down To The Blue Lake-edge, Then Plunge To Depths Profound!

Nature Never Sends A Great Man Into The Planet, Without Confiding The Secret To Another Soul.

In The Woods Too, A Man Casts Off His Years, As The Snake His Slough, And At What Period Soever Of Life, Is Always A Child. In The Woods, Is Perpetual Youth.

Nothing Is Beneath You If It Is In The Direction Of Your Life.