As well expect Nature to answer your human values as to come into your house and sit in a chair.

The quality of life, which in the ardour of spring was personal and sexual, becomes social in midsummer.

Our fantastic civilization has fallen out of touch with many aspects of nature, and with none more completely than with night.

When the Pleiades and the wind in the grass are no longer a part of the human spirit, a part of very flesh and bone, man becomes, as it were, a kind of cosmic outlaw, having neither the completeness nor integrity of the animal nor the birthright of a true humanity.

A garden is the mirror of a mind. It is a place of life, a mystery of green moving to the pulse of the year, and pressing on and pausing the whole to its own inherent rhythms.

Learn to reverence night and to put away the vulgar fear of it, for, with the banishment of night from the experience of man, there vanishes as well a religious emotion, a poetic mood, which gives depth to the adventure of humanity.

We need another and a wiser and a perhaps more mystical concept of animals.