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.

The counterfeit and counterpart of Nature is reproduced in art.

The counterfeit and counterpart of Nature is reproduced in art.

A few minutes ago every tree was excited, bowing to the roaring storm, waving, swirling, tossing their branches in glorious read more

A few minutes ago every tree was excited, bowing to the roaring storm, waving, swirling, tossing their branches in glorious enthusiasm like worship. But though to the outer ear these trees are now silent, their songs never cease.

Let us permit nature to have her way. She understands her business better than we do.

Let us permit nature to have her way. She understands her business better than we do.

The best remedy for those who are afraid, lonely or unhappy is to go outside, somewhere where they can be read more

The best remedy for those who are afraid, lonely or unhappy is to go outside, somewhere where they can be quiet, alone with the heavens, nature and God. Because only then does one feel that all is as it should be and that God wishes to see people happy, amidst the simple beauty of nature. As long as this exists, and it certainly always will, I know that then there will always be comfort for every sorrow, whatever the circumstances may be. And I firmly believe that nature brings solace in all troubles.

No one finds fault with defects which are the result of nature.

No one finds fault with defects which are the result of nature.

As you sit on the hillside, or lie prone under the trees of the forest, or sprawl wet-legged by a read more

As you sit on the hillside, or lie prone under the trees of the forest, or sprawl wet-legged by a mountain stream, the great door, that does not look like a door, opens.

There is no forgiveness in nature.

There is no forgiveness in nature.

I walk without flinching through the burning cathedral of the summer. My bank of wild grass is majestic and full read more

I walk without flinching through the burning cathedral of the summer. My bank of wild grass is majestic and full of music. It is a fire that solitude presses against my lips.