The Only Thing Very Noticeable

I Like Trees Because They Seem More Resigned To The Way They Have To Live Than Other Things Do. I Feel As If This Tree Knows Everything I Ever Think Of When I Sit Here. When I Come Back To It, I Never Have To Remind It Of Anything; I Begin Just Where I Left Off.

Ugly Accidents Happen . . . Always Have And Always Will. But The Failures Are Swept Back Into The Pile And Forgotten. They Don`t Leave Any Lasting Scar In The World, And They Don`t Affect The Future. The Things That Last Are The Good Things. The People Who Forge Ahead And Do Something, They Really Count.

There Was Nothing But Land; Not A Country At All, But The Material Out Of Which Countries Are Made.

Too Much Information Is Rather Deadening.

From Two Ears That Had Grown Side By Side, The Grains Of One Shot Up Joyfully Into The Light, Projecting Themselves Into The Future, And The Grains From The Other Lay Still In The Earth And Rotted; And Nobody Knew Why.