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?

I would feel more optimistic about a bright future for man if he spent less time proving that he can read more

I would feel more optimistic about a bright future for man if he spent less time proving that he can outwit Nature and more time tasting her sweetness and respecting her seniority.

Summer makes me drowsy. Autumn makes me sing. Winter's pretty lousy, but I hate Spring.

Summer makes me drowsy. Autumn makes me sing. Winter's pretty lousy, but I hate Spring.

All argument will vanish before one touch of nature.

All argument will vanish before one touch of nature.

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.

I frequently tramped eight or ten miles through the deepest snow to keep an appointment with a beech-tree, or a read more

I frequently tramped eight or ten miles through the deepest snow to keep an appointment with a beech-tree, or a yellow birch, or an old acquaintance among the pines.

Nature has neither kernel nor shell; she is everything at once

Nature has neither kernel nor shell; she is everything at once

Yosemite Valley, to me, is always a sunrise, a glitter of green and golden wonder in a vast edifice of read more

Yosemite Valley, to me, is always a sunrise, a glitter of green and golden wonder in a vast edifice of stone and space.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society, where read more

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society, where none intrudes. By the deep sea, and music in its roars; I love not man the less, but nature more.