Nature

Wolves are very resourceful. All they need to survive is for people not to shoot them.

Wolves are very resourceful. All they need to survive is for people not to shoot them.

Rest is not idleness, and to lie sometimes on the grass under trees on a summer's day, listening to the read more

Rest is not idleness, and to lie sometimes on the grass under trees on a summer's day, listening to the murmur of the water, or watching the clouds float across the sky, is by no means a waste of time.

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.

Nature does not complete things. She is chaotic. Man must finish, and he does so by making a garden and read more

Nature does not complete things. She is chaotic. Man must finish, and he does so by making a garden and building a wall.

When one tugs at a single thing in nature, he finds it attached to the rest of the world.

When one tugs at a single thing in nature, he finds it attached to the rest of the world.

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.

I never saw a discontented tree. They grip the ground as though they liked it, and though fast rooted they read more

I never saw a discontented tree. They grip the ground as though they liked it, and though fast rooted they travel about as far as we do.

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.

For myself I hold no preferences among flowers, so long as they are wild, free, spontaneous. Bricks to all greenhouses! read more

For myself I hold no preferences among flowers, so long as they are wild, free, spontaneous. Bricks to all greenhouses! Black thumb and cutworm to the potted plant!

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.