I Never Saw A Discontented

Spring Work Is Going On With Joyful Enthusiasm.

Word Lessons, In Particular The Wouldst Couldst Shouldst Have Loved Kind, Were Kept Up, With Much Warlike Thrashing, Until I Had Committed The Whole Of French, Latin, And English Grammars To Memory.

He Had Gone To The Higher Sierras... [about Ralph Waldo Emerson's Death]

Another Glorious Day, The Air As Delicious To The Lungs As Nectar To The Tongue.

Any Fool Can Destroy Trees. They Cannot Run Away; And If They Could, They Would Still Be Destroyed-chased And Hunted Down As Long As Fun Or A Dollar Could Be Got Of Their Bark Hides.