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

Raindrops blossom brilliantly in the rainbow, and change to flowers in the sod, but snow comes in full flower direct from the dark, frozen sky.

In every walk with nature one receives far more than he seeks.

Take a course in good water and air; and in the eternal youth of Nature you may renew your own. Go quietly, alone; no harm will befall you.

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.

But to gain a perfect view, one must go yet further, over a curving brow to a slight shelf on the extreme brink.

One should go to the woods for safety, if for nothing else.