I care to live only to entice people to look at Nature’s loveliness.
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
There is that in the glance of a flower which may at times control the greatest of creation's braggart lords.
Nothing truly wild is unclean.
I ran home in the moonlight with firm strides; for the sun-love made me strong.
Handle a book as a bee does a flower, extract its sweetness but do not damage it.