The tree which moves some to tears of joy is in the eyes of others only a green thing that stands in the way. Some see nature all ridicule and deformity... and some scarce see nature at all. But to the eyes of the man of imagination nature is imagination itself.
I will govern my life and thoughts as if the whole world were to see the one and read the other for what does it signify to make anything a secret to my neighbor when to God who is the searcher of our hearts all our privacies are open?
