I love to think of nature as an unlimited broadcasting station, through which God speaks to us every hour, if read more

I love to think of nature as an unlimited broadcasting station, through which God speaks to us every hour, if we will only tune in.

Nature is an infinite sphere whose center is everywhere and whose circumference is nowhere

Nature is an infinite sphere whose center is everywhere and whose circumference is nowhere

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?

Nature does nothing without purpose or uselessly.

Nature does nothing without purpose or uselessly.

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.

I only went out for a walk and finally concluded to stay out till sundown, for going out, I found, read more

I only went out for a walk and finally concluded to stay out till sundown, for going out, I found, was really going in.

Ah, summer, what power you have to make us suffer and like it.

Ah, summer, what power you have to make us suffer and like it.

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.

Rain! whose soft architectural hands have power to cut stones, and chisel to shapes of grandeur the very mountains.

Rain! whose soft architectural hands have power to cut stones, and chisel to shapes of grandeur the very mountains.