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

Strange the faithless fuss made about taking a walk in the safest and pleasantest of all places, a wilderness.

Most people are on the world, not in it-- having no conscious sympathy or relationship to anything about them-- undiffused seporate, and rigidly alone like marbles of polished stone, touching but seporate.

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

Books are but stepping stones to show you where other minds have been.

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

No synonym for God is so perfect as Beauty.