We all travel the Milky Way together, trees and men.

How glorious a greeting the sun gives the mountains!

A lifetime is so little a time that we die before we get ready to live. I should like to study at a college, but then I have to say to myself: "You will die before you can do anything else".

Every hidden cell is throbbing with music and life, every fiber thrilling like harp strings.

Spring work is going on with joyful enthusiasm.

Anyhow we never know where we must go, nor what guides we are to get - -people,storms, guardian angels, or sheep.

We all travel the Milky Way together, trees and men.