The love of nature is a passion for those in whom it once lodges. It can never be quenched. It cannot change. It is a furious, burning, physical greed, as well as a state of mystical exaltation. It will have its own.

No accident of environment or circumstance need cut us off from nature. ... It does not matter how shut in we are. Opportunity for wide experience is of small acccount in this as in other things; it is depth that brings understanding and life.

Nature's music is never over; her silences are pauses, not conclusions.

Who can say which is the greater sign of creative power, the sun with its planet system swinging with governed impetus to some incalculable end, or the gold sallow catkin with its flashing system of little flies?

But when you dwell in a house you mislike, you will look out of a window a deal more than those that are content with their dwelling.

If you know much about your work - why you work, how you work, your aims - you are probably not a poet.

We are tomorrow's past.