There is a leisure about walking, no matter what pace you set, that lets down the tension.

All walking is discovery. On foot we take the time to see things whole.

Any river is really the summation of a whole valley. It shapes not only the land but the life and even the culture of that valley. To think of any river as nothing but water is to ignore the greater part of it.

For anyone who lives in the oak-and-maple area of New England, there is a perennial temptation to plunge into a purple sea of adjectives about October.

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

As I stood and watched the mists slowly rising this morning I wondered what view was more beautiful than this.

The ultimate wisdom which deals with beginnings, remains locked in a seed. There it lies, the simplest fact of the universe and at the same time the one which calls faith rather than reason.