Handle a book as a bee does a flower, extract its sweetness but do not damage it.
Spring work is going on with joyful enthusiasm.
In this silent, serene wilderness the weary can gain a heart-bath in perfect peace.
Lie down among the pines for a while, then get to plain pure white love-work ... to help humanity and other mortals and the Lord.
In God's wildness lies the hope of the world.
The power of imagination makes us infinite.