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.

Nature has given man one tongue, but two ears, that we may hear twice as much as we speak

Nature has given man one tongue, but two ears, that we may hear twice as much as we speak

You can't be suspicious of a tree, or accuse a bird or a squirrel of subversion or challenge the ideology read more

You can't be suspicious of a tree, or accuse a bird or a squirrel of subversion or challenge the ideology of a violet.

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.

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.

I trust in Nature for the stable laws
Of beauty and utility. Spring shall plant
And Autumn read more

I trust in Nature for the stable laws
Of beauty and utility. Spring shall plant
And Autumn garner to the end of time.
I trust in God--the right shall be the right
And other than the wrong, while he endures;
I trust in my own soul, that can perceive
The outward and the inward, Nature's good
And God's.

I believe a leaf of grass is no less than the journey-work of the stars.

I believe a leaf of grass is no less than the journey-work of the stars.

Except during the nine months before he draws his first breath, no man manages his affairs as well as a read more

Except during the nine months before he draws his first breath, no man manages his affairs as well as a tree does.

A person cannot love a plant after he has pruned it, then he has either done a poor job or read more

A person cannot love a plant after he has pruned it, then he has either done a poor job or is devoid of emotion.