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.

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.

We who revel in nature's diversity and feel instructed by every animal tend to brand Homo sapiens as the greatest read more

We who revel in nature's diversity and feel instructed by every animal tend to brand Homo sapiens as the greatest catastrophe since the Cretaceous extinction.

I thank you God for this most amazing day, for the leaping greenly spirits of trees, and for the blue read more

I thank you God for this most amazing day, for the leaping greenly spirits of trees, and for the blue dream of sky and for everything which is natural, which is infinite, which is yes.

It isn't pollution that's harming the environment. It's the impurities in our air and water that are doing it.

It isn't pollution that's harming the environment. It's the impurities in our air and water that are doing it.

You must not know too much or be too precise or scientific about birds and trees and flowers and watercraft; read more

You must not know too much or be too precise or scientific about birds and trees and flowers and watercraft; a certain free-margin, and even vagueness - ignorance, credulity - helps your enjoyment of these things.

Nature, exerting an unwearied power,
Forms, opens, and gives scent to every flower;
Spreads the fresh verdure read more

Nature, exerting an unwearied power,
Forms, opens, and gives scent to every flower;
Spreads the fresh verdure of the field, and leads
The dancing Naiads through the dewy meads.

There is that in the glance of a flower which may at times control the greatest of creation's braggart lords.

There is that in the glance of a flower which may at times control the greatest of creation's braggart lords.

The poetry of the earth is never dead.

The poetry of the earth is never dead.