It Is In Midwinter That

One Of The Penalties Of An Ecological Education Is That One Lives Alone In A World Of Wounds.

The Worthiness Of Any Cause Is Not Measured By Its Clean Record, But By Its Readiness To See The Blots When They Are Pointed Out, And To Change Its Mind.

Whoever Invented The Word 'grace' Must Have Seen The Wing-folding Of The Plover.

The Land-relation Is Still Strictly Economic, Entailing Privileges But Not Obligations

No Matter How Intently One Studies The Hundred Little Dramas Of The Woods And Meadows, One Can Never Learn All The Salient Facts About Any One Of Them.