There is a love of wild nature in everybody, an ancient mother-love showing itself whether recognized or no, and however covered by cares and duties

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

I wonder if leaves feel lonely when they see their neighbors falling?

Everybody needs beauty as well as bread, places to play in and pray in, where nature may heal and give strength to body and soul.

How glorious a greeting the sun gives the mountains!

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

God has cared for these trees, saved them from drought, disease, avalanches, and a thousand tempests and floods. But he cannot save them from fools.