THERE is something in the autumn that is native to my blood— Touch of manner, hint of mood; And my heart is like a rhyme, With the yellow and the purple and the crimson keeping time.

On the shining yards of heavenSee a wider dawn unfurled. . . . The eternal slaves of beautyAre the masters of the world.

Whether it be to failure or success the first need of being is endurance -to endure with gladness if we can with fortitude in any event.

There is a passion for perfection which you rarely see fully developed but... in successful lives it is never wholly lacking.

I took a day to search for God And found Him not. But as I trod By rocky ledge through woods untamed Just where one scarlet lily flamed I saw His foot print in the sod.

Indifference may not wreck a man's life at any one turn but it will destroy him with a kind of dry-rot in the long run.

The greatest joy in nature is the absence of man.

The first need of being is endurance to endure with gladness if we can with fortitude in any event.

There is a passion for perfection which you will rarely see fully developed but you may note this fact that in successful lives it is never wholly lacking.

There is a passion for perfection which you rarely see fully developed but you may note this fact that in successful lives it is never wholly lacking.