The sun, with all those planets revolving around it and dependent on it, can still ripen a bunch of grapes as if it had nothing else in the universe to do.
Beauty for some provides escape, who gain a happiness in eyeing the gorgeous buttocks of the ape or Autumn sunsets exquisitely dying.
One of the most tragic things I know about human nature is that all of us tend to put off living. We are all dreaming of some magical rose garden over the horizon instead of enjoying the roses that are blooming outside our windows today.
Wilderness is not a luxury but a necessity of the human spirit.
I consider nature a vast chemical laboratory in which all kinds of composition and decompositions are formed.
If people sat outside and looked at the stars each night, I’ll bet they’d live a lot differently.
The sky is the part of creation in which nature has done for the sake of pleasing man.
Words, like nature, half reveal and half conceal the soul within.
Tis distance lends enchantment to the view, and robes the mountain in its azure hue.
All things are artificial, for nature is the art of God.
The sea is everything. It covers seven tenths of the terrestrial globe. Its breath is pure and healthy. It is an immense desert, where man is never lonely, for he feels life stirring on all sides.
Trees love to toss and sway; they make such happy noises.
Spring is when you feel like whistling even with a shoe full of slush.
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.
Poor, dear, silly Spring, preparing her annual surprise!
Nature knows no pause in progress and development, and attaches her curse on all inaction.
I like trees because they seem more resigned to the way they have to live than other things do.
Camping is nature’s way of promoting the motel business.
I perhaps owe having become a painter to flowers.
Love is a chain of love as nature is a chain of life.
Rest is not idleness, and to lie sometimes on the grass under trees on a summer’s day, listening to the murmur of the water, or watching the clouds float across the sky, is by no means a waste of time.
Nature teaches more than she preaches. There are no sermons in stones. It is easier to get a spark out of a stone than a moral.
People from a planet without flowers would think we must be mad with joy the whole time to have such things about us.
It is not only fine feathers that make fine birds.
My father considered a walk among the mountains as the equivalent of churchgoing.
