“At the touch of this divine light, the mountains seemed to kindle to a rapt, religious consciousness, and stood hushed like devout worshippers waiting to be blessed.”

God has cared for these trees, saved them from drought, disease, avalanches, and a thousand tempests and floods. But he cannot save them from fool.

Handle a book as a bee does a flower, extract its sweetness but do not damage it.

The sun shines not on us but in us.

We were glad, however, to get within reach of information.

The making of gardens and parks goes on with civilization all over the world, and they increase both in size and number as their value is recognized.

But we are governed more than we know, and most when we are wildest.

In drying plants, botanists often dry themselves. Dry words and dry facts will not fire hearts.

Society speaks and all men listen, mountains speak and wise men listen.

Let children walk with nature, let them see the beautiful blendings and communions of death and life.

Wander a whole summer if you can, time will not be taken from the sum of your life. Instead of shortening, it will definitely lengthen it and make you truly immortal.

In every walk with Nature one receives far more than he seeks.

Beauty beyond thought everywhere, beneath, above, made and being made forever.

How glorious a greeting the sun gives the mountains!

The clearest way into the Universe is through a forest wilderness.

There is not a fragment in all nature, for every relative fragment of one thing is a full harmonious unit in itself.

But it is in the darkest nights, when storms are blowing and the agitated waves are phosphorescent, that the most impressive displays are made.