The Test Of Beauty Is Whether It

Personal Publicity Is Apt To Be Dangerous To Any Writer's Integrity; For The Moment He Begins To Fancy Himself As Quite A Person, A Taint Creeps Into His Work.

No Man Should Have Proprietary Rights Over Land Who Does Not Use That Land Wisely And Lovingly.

A Dead Tree, Falling, Made Less Havoc Than A Live One. It Seemed As Though A Live Tree Went Down Fighting, Like An Animal.

It Is Impossible To Be Among The Woods Animals On Their Own Ground Without A Feeling Of Expanding One's Own World, As When Any Foreign Country Is Visited.

I Do Not Understand How Anyone Can Live Without Some Small Place Of Enchantment To Turn To.