One must ask children and birds how cherries and strawberries taste.
Nature uses human imagination to lift her work of creation to even higher levels.
What would be ugly in a garden constitutes beauty in a mountain.
There is no forgiveness in nature.
Our task must be to free ourselves by widening our circle of compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole of nature and its beauty.
Sweet April showers do spring May flowers.
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!
I am not bound for any public place, but for ground of my own where I have planted vines and orchard trees, and in the heat of the day climbed up into the healing shadow of the woods.
I think that I shall never see a poem lovely as a tree.
There is no gardening without humility. Nature is constantly sending even its oldest scholars to the bottom of the class for some egregious blunder.
And the heart that is soonest awake to the flowers is always the first to be touch’d by the thorns.
I wish that all of nature’s magnificence, the emotion of the land, the living energy of place could be photographed.
We have the capacity to receive messages from the stars and the songs of the night winds.
To make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee, One clover, and a bee, And revery. The revery alone will do, If bees are few.
Nature, like man, sometimes weeps from gladness.
There is the sky, which is all men’s together.
‘Healing,’ Papa would tell me, ‘is not a science, but the intuitive art of wooing nature.’
Nature does nothing in vain.
Nature is neutral.
The cool wind blew in my face and all at once I felt as if I had shed dullness from myself. Before me lay a long gray line with a black mark down the center. The birds were singing. It was spring.
Let the gentle bush dig its root deep and spread upward to split one boulder.
If one way be better than another, that you may be sure is nature’s way.
Everything in excess is opposed to nature.
People in cities may forget the soil for as long as a hundred years, but Mother Nature’s memory is long and she will not let them forget indefinitely.
I knew, of course, that trees and plants had roots, stems, bark, branches and foliage that reached up toward the light. But I was coming to realize that the real magician was light itself.
