The oak roars when a high wind wrestles with it; the beech shrieks; the elm sends forth a long, deep groan; the ash pours out moans of thrilling anguish. — Thomas Starr King Copy Share Image
It is strange. I see all the privileges and greatness of the future. It already looks grand, beautiful. Tell them I went lovingly, trustfully,… — Thomas Starr King Copy Share Image
What a year to live in! Worth all other times ever known in our history or any other. — Thomas Starr King Copy Share Image
Be sure of the foundation of your life. Know why you live as you do. Be ready to give a reason for it. Do… — Thomas Starr King Copy Share Image
The oak roars when a high wind wrestles with it; the beech shrieks; the elm sends forth a long, deep groan; the ash pours… — Thomas Starr King Copy Share Image
Nature is hieroglyphic. Each prominent fact in it is like a type; its final use is to set up one letter of the infinite… — Thomas Starr King Copy Share Image
The fact is, that of all God's gifts to the sight of man, color, is the holiest, the most divine, the most solemn. We… — Thomas Starr King Copy Share Image
By cultivating an interest in a few good books which contain the result of the toil or the quintessence of the genius of some… — Thomas Starr King Copy Share Image
The Man Without a Country, was an orator no one could silence and no one could answer. — Thomas Starr King Copy Share Image
The spirit of a person's life is ever shedding some power, just as a flower is steadily bestowing fragrance upon the air. — Thomas Starr King Copy Share Image
