The poetry of the earth is never dead.

The poetry of the earth is never dead.

Nature goes her own way and all that to us seems an exception is really according to order.

Nature goes her own way and all that to us seems an exception is really according to order.

A perfect summer day is when the sun is shining, the breeze is blowing, the birds are singing, and the read more

A perfect summer day is when the sun is shining, the breeze is blowing, the birds are singing, and the lawn mower is broken.

Nature is too thin a screen; the glory of the omnipresent God bursts through everywhere

Nature is too thin a screen; the glory of the omnipresent God bursts through everywhere

By nature we have no defect that could not become a strength, no strength that could not become a defect

By nature we have no defect that could not become a strength, no strength that could not become a defect

I'm very gregarious, but I love being in the hills on my own.

I'm very gregarious, but I love being in the hills on my own.

There are many paths to the top of the mountain, but only one view.

There are many paths to the top of the mountain, but only one view.

Man is a complex being; he makes the deserts bloom and lakes die.

Man is a complex being; he makes the deserts bloom and lakes die.

In some mysterious way woods have never seemed to me to be static things. In physical terms, I move through read more

In some mysterious way woods have never seemed to me to be static things. In physical terms, I move through them; yet in metaphysical ones, they seem to move through me.