As the brain of man is the speck of dust in the universe that thinks, so the leavesโthe fern and the needled pine and the latticed frond and the seaweed ribbonโperceive the light in a fundamental and constructive sense. โฆ Their leaves see the light, as my eyes can never do. โฆ They impound its stellar energy, and with that force they make life out of the elements.
Donald C. PeattieThe Grand Canyon is carven deep by the master hand; it is the gulf of silence, widened in the desert; it is all time inscribing the naked rock; it is the book of earth.
Donald C. PeattieThe harvest moon has no innocence, like the slim quarter moon of a spring twilight, nor has it the silver penny brilliance of the moon that looks down upon the resorts of summer time. Wise, ripe, and portly, like an old Bacchus, it waxes night after night.
Donald C. PeattieTime is not money; time is an opportunity to live before you die. So a man who walks, and lives and sees and thinks as he walks, has lengthened his life.
Donald C. Peattie