There Is Hardly A Man

[t]he Cold Warms Me—after A Different Fashion From That Of The Kitchen Stove.

Close Scrutiny Of An Object In Nature Will Nearly Always Yield Some Significant Fact.

How Readily The Bluebirds Become Our Friends And Neighbors When We Offer Them Suitable Nesting Retreats!

Some Men Are Like Nails, Very Easily Drawn; Others However Are More Like Rivets Never Drawn At All.

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.