Any fine morning, a power saw can fell a tree that took a thousand years to grow.

Reduce the complexity of life by eliminating the needless wants of life, and the labors of life reduce themselves.

The seasons, like greater tides, ebb and flow across the continents. Spring advances up the United States at the average rate of about fifteen miles a day. It ascends mountainsides at the rate of about a hundred feet a day. It sweeps ahead like a flood of water, racing down the long valleys, creeping up hillsides in a rising tide. Most of us, like the man who lives on the bank of a river and watches the stream flow by, see only one phase of the movement of spring. Each year the season advances toward us out of the south, sweeps around us, goes flooding away to the north.

Noise is evolving not only the endurers of noise but the needers of noise.

How strangely inaccurate it is to measure length of living by length of life! The space between your birth and death is often far from a true measure of your days of living.

For man, autumn is a time of harvest, of gathering together. For nature, it is a time of sowing, of scattering abroad.

A man who never sees a bluebird only half lives.