If Only The Best Birds Sang, The

So Let The Way Wind Up The Hill Or Down, O’er Rough Or Smooth, The Journey Will Be Joy; Still Seeking What I Sought When But A Boy, New Friendship, High Adventure, And A Crown. My Heart Will Keep The Courage Of The Quest, And Hope The Road’s Last Turn Will Be The Best.

We Measure Success By Accumulation. The Measure Is False. The True Measure Is Appreciation. He Who Loves Most Has Most.

It Is With Rivers As It Is With People: The Greatest Are Not Always The Most Agreeable Nor The Best To Live With.

Natural Beauty And Wonder Are Priceless Heirlooms Which God Has Bestowed Upon Our Nation. How Shall We Escape The Contempt Of The Coming Generation If We Suffer This Irreplaceable Heritage To Be Wasted?

Lord, When My Spirit Shall Return To Thee, At The Foot Of A Friendly Tree Let My Body Be Buried, That This Dust May Rise And Rejoice Among The Branches.