It is as hard to see one's self as to look backwards without turning around.

Open all your pores and bathe in all the tides of nature, in all her streams and oceans, at all seasons.

The object of love expands and grows before us to eternity, until it includes all that is lovely, and we become all that can love.

When we bring what is within out into the world, miracles happen.

The very uprightness of the pines and maples asserts the ancient rectitude and vigor of nature. Our lives need the relief of such a background, where the pine flourishes and the jay still screams.

In the planting of the seeds of most trees, the best gardeners do no more than follow Nature, though they may not know it.

Not only must we be good, but we must also be good for something.