Nature is wont to hide herself.

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!

Breathless, we flung us on a windy hill, Laughed in the sun, and kissed the lovely grass.

Birds have wings they're free they can fly where they want when they want. They have the kind of mobility many people envy.

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

The sun, the moon and the stars would have disappeared long ago... had they happened to be within the reach of predatory human hands.

Sorrows gather around great souls as storms do around mountains but, like them, they break the storm and purify the air of the plain beneath them.

The ground we walk on, the plants and creatures, the clouds above constantly dissolving into new formations - each gift of nature possessing its own radiant energy, bound together by cosmic harmony.

Perhaps the truth depends on a walk around the lake.

I like trees because they seem more resigned to the way they have to live than other things do.