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

Earth has no sorrow that earth can not heal.

Not blind opposition to progress,but opposition to blind progress.

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

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

Every hidden cell is throbbing with music and life, every fiber thrilling like harp strings.

Over the summit, I saw the so-called Mono desert lying dreamily silent in the thick, purple light -- a desert of heavy sun-glare beheld from a desert of ice-burnished granite.