He who walks may see and understand. You can study all America from one hilltop, if your eyes are open and your mind is willing to reach. But first you must walk to that hill.

No winter lasts forever; no spring skips its turn.

He who travels west travels not only with the sun but with history.

Strip the hills, drain the boglands, and you create flood conditions inevitably. Yet that is what we have been doing for years.

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.

All our yesterdays are summarized in our now, and all the tomorrows are ours to shape.

Each new season grows from the leftovers from the past. That is the essence of change, and change is the basic law.