To see a hillside white with dogwood bloom is to know a particular ecstasy of beauty, but to walk the gray Winter woods and find the buds which will resurrect that beauty in another May is to partake of continuity.

He who walks may see and understand. You can study all America from one hilltop, if your eyes are open and your mind is willing to reach. But first you must walk to that hill.

Nature seems to look after her own only up to a certain point; beyond that they are supposed to fend for themselves.

Each new season grows from the leftovers from the past. That is the essence of change, and change is the basic law.

There are two seasonal diversions that can ease the bite of any winter. One is the January thaw. The other is the seed catalogues.

October is the fallen leaf, but it is also a wider horizon more clearly seen.

The most unhappy thing about conservation is that it is never permanent. Save a priceless woodland or an irreplaceable mountain today, and tomorrow it is threatened from another quarter.