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And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it read more
And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.
It is not so much for its beauty that the forest makes a claim upon men's hearts, as for that read more
It is not so much for its beauty that the forest makes a claim upon men's hearts, as for that subtle something, that quality of air that emanation from old trees, that so wonderfully changes and renews a weary spirit.
Plants are the young of the world, vessels of health and vigor; but they grope ever upward towards consciousness; the read more
Plants are the young of the world, vessels of health and vigor; but they grope ever upward towards consciousness; the trees are imperfect men, and seem to bemoan their imprisonment, rooted in the ground.
I look upon all creatures equally; none are less dear to me and none more dear. But those who worship read more
I look upon all creatures equally; none are less dear to me and none more dear. But those who worship me with love live in me, and I come to life in them.
On earth there is no heaven, but there are pieces of it.
On earth there is no heaven, but there are pieces of it.
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.
There is not a sprig of grass that shoots uninteresting to me.
There is not a sprig of grass that shoots uninteresting to me.
Nature is my manifestation of God. I go to nature every day for inspiration in the day's work. I follow read more
Nature is my manifestation of God. I go to nature every day for inspiration in the day's work. I follow in building the principles which nature has used in its domain
That man's best works should be such bungling imitations of Nature's infinite perfection, matters not much; but that he should read more
That man's best works should be such bungling imitations of Nature's infinite perfection, matters not much; but that he should make himself an imitation, this is the fact which Nature moans over, and deprecates beseechingly. Be spontaneous, be truthful, be free, and thus be individuals! is the song she sings through warbling birds, and whispering pines, and roaring waves, and screeching winds.