Words, like nature, half reveal and half conceal the soul within.

Words, like nature, half reveal and half conceal the soul within.

What humbugs we are, who pretend to live for Beauty, and never see the Dawn!

What humbugs we are, who pretend to live for Beauty, and never see the Dawn!

Climb the mountains and get their good tidings. Nature's peace will flow into you as sunshine flows into trees. The read more

Climb the mountains and get their good tidings. Nature's peace will flow into you as sunshine flows into trees. The winds will blow their own freshness into you, and the storms their energy, while cares will drop off like autumn leaves.

We need to find God, and he cannot be found in noise and restlessness. God is the friend of silence. read more

We need to find God, and he cannot be found in noise and restlessness. God is the friend of silence. See how nature - trees, flowers, grass - grows in silence; see the stars, the moon and the sun, how they move in silence... We need silence to be able to touch souls.

And this, our life, exempt from public haunt, finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, sermons in stones, read more

And this, our life, exempt from public haunt, finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, sermons in stones, and good in everything.

The course of Nature seems a course of Death,
And nothingness the whole substantial thing.

The course of Nature seems a course of Death,
And nothingness the whole substantial thing.

You can live for years next door to a big pine tree, honored to have so venerable a neighbor, even read more

You can live for years next door to a big pine tree, honored to have so venerable a neighbor, even when it sheds needles all over your flowers or wakes you, dropping big cones onto your deck at still of night.

We could have saved the Earth but we were too damned cheap.

We could have saved the Earth but we were too damned cheap.

A city where everyone seemed to live in a bungalow on a broad avenue lined with palm, pepper or eucalyptus read more

A city where everyone seemed to live in a bungalow on a broad avenue lined with palm, pepper or eucalyptus trees, where there was never any snow.