Green, the color of growth, or surgent life, enwraps the land. New green, still as individual as the plants themselves. Cool green, which will merge as the weeks pass, the Summer comes, into a canopy of shade of busy chlorophyll.

Time after time ... today's crisis shrinks to next week's footnote to a newly headline disaster.

Any river is really the summation of a whole valley. It shapes not only the land but the life and even the culture of that valley. To think of any river as nothing but water is to ignore the greater part of it.

Man is wise and constantly in quest of more wisdom; but the ultimate wisdom, which deals with beginnings, remains locked in a seed.

To know after absence the familiar street and road and village and house is to know again the satisfaction of home.

No winter lasts forever; no spring skips its turn.

Of all the seasons, autumn offers the most to man and requires the least of him.