To sit in the shade on a fine day and look upon verdure is the most perfect refreshment.

To sit in the shade on a fine day and look upon verdure is the most perfect refreshment.

And how should a beautiful, ignorant stream of water know it heads for an early release - out across the read more

And how should a beautiful, ignorant stream of water know it heads for an early release - out across the desert, running toward the Gulf, below sea level, to murmur its lullaby, and see the Imperial Valley rise out of burning sand with cotton blossoms, wheat, watermelons, roses, how should it know?

Therefore all seasons shall be sweet to thee,
Whether the summer clothe the general earth
With greenness, read more

Therefore all seasons shall be sweet to thee,
Whether the summer clothe the general earth
With greenness, or the redbreast sit and sing
Betwixt the tufts of snow on the bare branch
Of mossy apple-tree, while the nigh thatch
Smokes in the sunthaw; whether the eve-drops fall,
Heard only in the trances of the blast,
Of if the secret ministry of frost
Shall hang them up in silent icicles,
Quietly shining to the quiet moon.

The temple bell stops but I still hear the sound coming out of the flowers.

The temple bell stops but I still hear the sound coming out of the flowers.

A morning-glory at my window satisfies me more than the metaphysics of books.

A morning-glory at my window satisfies me more than the metaphysics of books.

It's hard for the modern generation to understand Thoreau, who lived beside a pond but didn't own water skis or read more

It's hard for the modern generation to understand Thoreau, who lived beside a pond but didn't own water skis or a snorkel.

Lack of awareness of the basic unity of organism and environment is a serious and dangerous hallucination.

Lack of awareness of the basic unity of organism and environment is a serious and dangerous hallucination.

What I see in Nature is a magnificent structure that we can comprehend only very imperfectly, and that must fill read more

What I see in Nature is a magnificent structure that we can comprehend only very imperfectly, and that must fill a thinking person with a feeling of humility. This is a genuinely religious feeling that has nothing to do with mysticism

Nature, like man, sometimes weeps from gladness.

Nature, like man, sometimes weeps from gladness.