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Man Takes Root At His Feet, And At Best He Is No More Than A Potted Plant In His House Or Carriage Till He Has Established Communication With The Soil By The Loving And Magnetic Touch Of His Soles To It.

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.

Temperament Lies Behind Mood; Behind Will, Lies The Fate Of Character. Then Behind Both, The Influence Of Family The Tyranny Of Culture; And Finally The Power Of Climate And Environment; And We Are Free, Only To The Extent We Rise Above These.

I Want Nothing Less Than A Faith Founded Upon A Rock, Faith In The Constitution Of Things. The Various Man-made Creeds Are Fictitious, Like The Constellations Orion, Cassiopeia’s Chair, The Big Dipper; The Only Thing Real In Them Is The Stars, And The Only Thing Real In The Creeds Is The Soul’s Aspiration Toward The Infinite.

Travel And Society Polish One, But A Rolling Stone Gathers No Moss, And A Little Moss Is A Good Thing On A Man.