All my life I have risen regularly at four o'clock and have gone into the woods and talked to God. There He gives me my orders for the day.

Whatever you love opens its secrets to you.

Nature is the greatest teacher and I learn from her best when others are asleep. In the still dark hours before sunrise God tells me of the plans I am to fulfill.

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

Start where you are, with what you have. Make something of it and never be satisfied.

Nothing is more beautiful than the loveliness of the woods before sunrise.