Never a day passes but that I do myself the honor to commune with some of nature's varied forms.

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

There is literally nothing that I ever asked to do, that I asked the blessed Creator to help me to do, that I have not been able to accomplish.

I believe that the great Creator has put ores and oil on this Earth to give us a breathing spell ... as we exhaust them, we must be prepared to fall back on our farms, which are God's true storehouse. We can learn to synthesize materials for every human need from things that grow.

The secret of my success? It is simple. It is found in the Bible.

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 . . .