The flower is the poetry of reproduction. It is an example of the eternal seductiveness of life.

The flower is the poetry of reproduction. It is an example of the eternal seductiveness of life.

In some mysterious way woods have never seemed to me to be static things. In physical terms, I move through read more

In some mysterious way woods have never seemed to me to be static things. In physical terms, I move through them; yet in metaphysical ones, they seem to move through me.

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.

It was one of those perfect English autumnal days which occur more frequently in memory than in life.

It was one of those perfect English autumnal days which occur more frequently in memory than in life.

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

I'm not an environmentalist. I'm an Earth warrior.

I'm not an environmentalist. I'm an Earth warrior.

External nature is only internal nature writ large.

External nature is only internal nature writ large.

Nature, like man, sometimes weeps from gladness.

Nature, like man, sometimes weeps from gladness.

How long can men thrive between walls of brick, walking on asphalt pavements, breathing the fumes of coal and of read more

How long can men thrive between walls of brick, walking on asphalt pavements, breathing the fumes of coal and of oil, growing, working, dying, with hardly a thought of wind, and sky, and fields of grain, seeing only machine-made beauty, the mineral-like quality of life?