No Winter lasts forever, no Spring skips its turn. April is a promise that May is bound to keep, and we know it.

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

No winter lasts forever; no spring skips its turn.

There are some things, but not too many, toward which the countryman knows he must be properly respectful if he would avoid pain, sickness and injury. Nature is neither punitive nor solicitous, but she has thorns and fangs as wells as bowers and grassy banks.

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.

There are no limits to either time or distance, except as man himself may make them. I have but to touch the wind to know these things.

A root, a stem, a leaf, some means of capturing sunlight and air and making food - in sum, a plant. The green substance of this earth, the chlorophyll, is all summed up in the plants. Without them we perish, all of us who are flesh and blood.