The forests are held cheap after the white pine has been culled out; and the explorers and hunters pray for rain only to clear theatmosphere of smoke.

Friends are made for caring and sharing. Friends do not live in harmony merely, as some say, but in melody.

For things to change, we must change.

Hope and the future for me are not in lawns and cultivated fields, not in towns and cities, but in the impervious and quaking swamps.

When our life ceases to be inward and private, conversation degenerates into mere gossip.

How often, when we have been nearest each other bodily, have we really been farthest off! Our tongues were the witty foils with which we fenced each other off.

It's only by forgetting yourself that you draw near to God.