Any fool can destroy trees, they cannot run away.

Going to the mountains is going home.

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

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

I am very blessed. The Valley is full of people, but they do not annoy me. I revolve in pathless places and in higher rocks than the world and his ribbony wife can reach.

Lie down among the pines for a while, then get to plain pure white love-work ... to help humanity and other mortals and the Lord.

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