Going to the woods is going home, for I suppose we came from the woods originally.

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

Nature had gathered her choicest treasures , to draw her lovers into close and confiding communion with her

We all travel the Milky Way together, trees and men.

A few minutes ago every tree was excited, bowing to the roaring storm, waving, swirling, tossing their branches in glorious enthusiasm like worship. But though to the outer ear these trees are now silent, their songs never cease.

I will follow my instincts, be myself for good or ill, and see what will be the upshot.

The gross heathenism of civilization has generally destroyed nature, and poetry, and all that is spiritual.