The Very Idea Of A Bird Is

Nature Is Not Benevolent; Nature Is Just, Gives Pound For Pound, Measure For Measure, Makes No Exceptions, Never Tempers Her Decrees With Mercy, Or Winks At Any Infringement Of Her Laws.

The Pleasure And Value Of Every Walk Or Journey We Take May Be Doubled To Us By Carefully Noting Down The Impressions It Makes Upon Us.

Every Walk To The Woods Is A Religious Rite, Every Bath In The Stream Is A Saving Ordinance. Communion Service Is At All Hours, And The Bread And Wine Are From The Heart And Marrow Of Mother Earth.

I Do Not Think I Exaggerate The Importance Or The Charms Of Pedestrianism, Or Our Need As A People To Cultivate The Art. I Think It Would Tend To Soften The National Manners, To Teach Us The Meaning Of Leisure, To Acquaint Us With The Charms Of The Open Air, To Strengthen And Foster The Tie Between The Race And The Land. No One Else Looks Out Upon The World So Kindly And Charitably As The Pedestrian; No One Else Gives And Takes So Much From The Country He Passes Through.

When Nature Made The Blue-bird She Wished To Propitiate Both The Sky And The Earth, So She Gave Him The Color Of The One On His Back And The Hue Of The Other On His Breast.