These temple destroyers, devotees of ravaging commercialism, seem to have a perfect contempt for Nature, and, instead of lifting their eyes to the God of the mountains, lift them to the Almighty Dollar.

Some people miss flesh as a drunkard misses his dram.

When we try to pick out anything by itself, we find it hitched to everything else in the universe.

...therefore all childish fear must be put away.

In drying plants, botanists often dry themselves. Dry words and dry facts will not fire hearts.

I never saw a discontented tree. They grip the ground as though they liked it, and though fast rooted they travel about as far as we do.

No synonym for God is so perfect as Beauty. Whether as seen carving the lines of the mountains with glaciers, or gathering matter into stars, or planning the movements of water, or gardening - still all is Beauty!