Handle a book as a bee does a flower, extract its sweetness but do not damage it.

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!

The sun shines not on us but in us. The rivers flow not past, but through us. Thrilling, tingling, vibrating every fiber and cell of the substance of our bodies, making them glide and sing. The trees wave and the flowers bloom in our bodies as well as our souls, and every bird song, wind song, and tremendous storm song of the rocks in the heart of the mountains is our song, our very own, and sings our love.

I care to live only to entice people to look at Nature’s loveliness.

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

Spring work is going on with joyful enthusiasm.

There is that in the glance of a flower which may at times control the greatest of creation's braggart lords.