Worlds can be found by a child and an adult bending down and looking together under the grass stems or read more

Worlds can be found by a child and an adult bending down and looking together under the grass stems or at the skittering crabs in a tidal pool.

When one tugs at a single thing in nature, he finds it attached to the rest of the world.

When one tugs at a single thing in nature, he finds it attached to the rest of the world.

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?

Aim for the stars and you'll make it to the moon. Aim for the moon and you'll never make it read more

Aim for the stars and you'll make it to the moon. Aim for the moon and you'll never make it through the atmosphere.

The mind, in proportion as it is cut off from free communication with nature, with revelation, with God, with itself, read more

The mind, in proportion as it is cut off from free communication with nature, with revelation, with God, with itself, loses its life, just as the body droops when debarred from the air and the cheering light from heaven.

Whether man is disposed to yield to nature or to oppose her, he cannot do without a correct understanding of read more

Whether man is disposed to yield to nature or to oppose her, he cannot do without a correct understanding of her language.

Millions of stars blazed in darkness, and on the far shore a few lights burned in cottages. Otherwise there was read more

Millions of stars blazed in darkness, and on the far shore a few lights burned in cottages. Otherwise there was no reminder of human life.

The grand show is eternal. It is always sunrise somewhere; the dew is never dried all at once; a shower read more

The grand show is eternal. It is always sunrise somewhere; the dew is never dried all at once; a shower is forever falling; vapor is ever rising. Eternal sunrise, eternal dawn and gloaming, on sea and continents and islands, each in its turn, as the round earth rolls.

In nature, nothing is perfect and everything is perfect. Trees can be contorted, bent in weird ways, and they're still read more

In nature, nothing is perfect and everything is perfect. Trees can be contorted, bent in weird ways, and they're still beautiful.