There is that in the glance of a flower which may at times control the greatest of creation's braggart lords.
When one tugs at a single thing in nature, he finds it attached to the rest of the world.
I care to live only to entice people to look at Nature’s loveliness.
It is a vast wilderness of rocks in a sea of light, colored and glowing like oak and maple in autumn, when the sun gold is richest
Who wouldn't be a mountaineer! Up here all the world's prizes seem nothing
A few minutes ago every tree was excited, bowing to the roaring storm, waving, swirling, tossing their branches in glorious enthusiasm like worship. But though to the outer ear these trees are now silent, their songs never cease.