I go to books and to nature as a bee goes to the flower, for a nectar that I can make into my own honey.

Few persons realize how much of their happiness, such as it is, is dependent upon their work.

To see Earth fully we already need to love it

It is the life of the crystal, the architect of the flake, the fire of the frost, the soul of the sunbeam. This crisp winter air is full of it.

The art of nature is all in the direction of concealment.

I seldom go into a natural history museum without feeling as if I were attending a funeral.

Man takes root at his feet, and at best he is no more than a potted plant in his house or carriage till he has established communication with the soil by the loving and magnetic touch of his soles to it.