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

Summer ends, and Autumn comes, and he who would have it otherwise would have high tide always and a full moon every night.

Knowing trees, I understand the meaning of patience. Knowing grass, I can appreciate persistence.

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.

Man is not an aquatic animal, but from the time we stand in youthful wonder beside a Spring brook till we sit in old age and watch the endless roll of the sea, we feel a strong kinship with the waters of this world.

For all his learning or sophistication, man still instinctively reaches towards that force beyond. Only arrogance can deny its existence, and the denial falters in the face of evidence on every hand. In every tuft of grass, in every bird, in every opening bud, there it is.

A snowdrift is a beautiful thing - if it doesn't lie across the path you have to shovel or block the road that leads to your destination.