All finite things reveal infinitude: The mountain withi its singular bright shade Like the blue shine on freshly frozen snow, read more

All finite things reveal infinitude: The mountain withi its singular bright shade Like the blue shine on freshly frozen snow, The after-light upon ice-burdened pines; Odor of basswood upon a mountain slope, A scene beloved of bees; Silence of water above a sunken tree: The pure serene of memory of one man,-- A ripple widening from a single stone Winding around the waters of the world.

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.

Will urban sprawl spread so far that most people lose all touch with nature? Will the day come when the read more

Will urban sprawl spread so far that most people lose all touch with nature? Will the day come when the only bird a typical American child ever sees is a canary in a pet shop window? When the only wild animal he knows is a rat - glimpsed on a night drive through some city slum? When the only tree he touches is the cleverly fabricated plastic evergreen that shades his gifts on Christmas morning?

A man's interest in a single bluebird is worth more than a complete but dry list of the fauna and read more

A man's interest in a single bluebird is worth more than a complete but dry list of the fauna and flora of a town.

To the artist there is never anything ugly in nature.

To the artist there is never anything ugly in nature.

A flower falls, even though we love it; and a weed grows, even though we do not love it.

A flower falls, even though we love it; and a weed grows, even though we do not love it.

I would feel more optimistic about a bright future for man if he spent less time proving that he can read more

I would feel more optimistic about a bright future for man if he spent less time proving that he can outwit Nature and more time tasting her sweetness and respecting her seniority.

The violets in the mountains have broken the rocks.

The violets in the mountains have broken the rocks.

I don't like formal gardens. I like wild nature. It's just the wilderness instinct in me, I guess.

I don't like formal gardens. I like wild nature. It's just the wilderness instinct in me, I guess.