Life is a struggle, but not a warfare.
Time does not become sacred to us until we have lived it.
The atmosphere of our time is fast being cleared of the fumes and deadly gases that arose during the carboniferous age of theology.
Close scrutiny of an object in nature will nearly always yield some significant fact...
When you bait the hook with your heart, the fish always bite.
Man takes root at his feet, and at best he is no more than a potted plant in his house or carriage till he has established communication with the soil by the loving and magnetic touch of his soles to it.
The life of nature we must meet halfway; it is shy, withdrawn, and blends itself with a vast neutral background. We must be initiated; it is an order the secrets of which are well guarded.
Oh, Spring is surely coming, Her couriers fill the air; Each morn are new arrivals, Each night her ways prepare; I scent her fragrant garments, Her foot is on the stair.
I go to books and to nature as the bee goes to a flower, for a nectar that I can make into my own honey.
How beautiful the leaves grow old. How full of light and color are their last days.
We cannot walk through life on mountain peaks.
He who marvels at the beauty of the world in summer will find equal cause for wonder and admiration in winter.
A man’s life may stagnate as literally as water may stagnate, and just as motion and direction are the remedy for one, so purpose and activity are the remedy for the other.
Happiness comes most to persons who seek it least and think least about it. It is not an object to be sought, it is a state to be induced. It must follow and not lead. It must overtake you, and not you overtake it.
Nature will not be conquered, but gives herself freely to her true lover – to him who revels with her, bathes in her seas, sails her rivers, camps in her woods, and with no mercenary ends, accepts all.
The art of nature is all in the direction of concealment.
The gift of perfume to a flower is a special grace like genius or like beauty, and never becomes common or cheap.
In winter the stars seem to have rekindled their fires, the moon achieves a fuller triumph, and the heavens wear a look of a more exalted simplicity.
Love is the measure of life; only so far as we love do we really live.
A somebody was once a nobody who wanted to and did.