He who puts a product upon the market as it demands, controls that market, regardless of color. It is simply a survival of the fittest.

When I touch that flower, I am not merely touching that flower. I am touching infinity. That little flower existed long before there were human beings on this earth. It will continue to exist for thousands, yes, millions of years to come.

It is simply service that measures success.

Believe. The promise of God are real. They are as real, as solid, yes infinitely more solid than this table which the materialist so thoroughly believes in. If you would only believe, O ye of little faith.

I know of nothing more inspiring than that of making discoveries for ones self.

If you love something enough, it will reveal itself to you.

I found that when I talk to the little flower or to the little peanut they will give up their secrets . . .