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

Year's end is neither an end nor a beginning but a going on, with all the wisdom that experience can instill in us.

March is a tomboy with tousled hair, a mischievous smile, mud on her shoes and a laugh in her voice.

Knowing trees, I understand the meaning of patience. Knowing grass, I can appreciate persistence.

For all his learning or sophistication, man still instinctively reaches towards that force beyond. Only arrogance can deny its existence, and the denial falters in the face of evidence on every hand. In every tuft of grass, in every bird, in every opening bud, there it is.

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

Consider the wheelbarrow. It may lack the grace of an airplane, the speed of an automobile, the initial capacity of a freight car, but its humble wheel marked out the path of what civilization we still have.