Sam’s Desk
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Quotable
"But hold on, Hi-Bub, don't let the world snatch your treasure from you. Fight for your right to love the forest, and it will never fail you." A Tippy Canoe and Canada TooBut hold on
"How values change. A week ago these things (gas rations stamps) were more valuable to me then gold notes. Now they aren't even good wastepaper!" A Tippy Canoe and Canada Too‚ pg. 158How values change
"Fear is the screen that hides from our view the friendship native to the wild heart. Wildness is only a form of fear, for when kindness and patience have penetrated the veil, we see unmistakable evidence of the love in all forms of life."Fear is the screen
"A childhood has another quality which we really should never surrender. It clings to no yesterdays." A Tippy Canoe and Canada Too‚ pg. 166A childhood has another
"Nature abhors the congregation of her creatures. She fights against the evils of our population. In the hearts of her children she plants an irresistible instinct for spreading, searching out new lands, seeking, ever seeking what lies just beyond the horizon." Tippy Canoe and Canada Too‚ pg. 69Nature abhors the congregation
(Duke) "Once in while I have reached the place where peace was close at hand that I knew where to seek it at last. It was when I forget myself, and as someone said, look through nature to nature‚ as God." Eeny, Meeny, Miney, Mo and Still-Mo pg. 38Once in a while
"The greatest comfort mingled with the greatest volume of natural beauty, to my thought is a night in a sleeping bag in the wilderness area of the north." A Tippy Canoe and Canada Too pg. 180The greatest comfort mingled
"It is within your sacred power to point thoughts of tired people to God." Eeny, Meeny, Miney, Mo and Still-Mo pg. 237It is within your
"Sometimes, in the important matters of forgiveness and returning good for evil, our forest brethren are more obedient than we are."Sometimes, in the important
"One has sensed little of the real beauty of the natural world if he has not been moved to tears." Too Much Salt and Pepper‚ pg. 175One has sensed little