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?

Every time I meet a tree, if I am truly awake, I stand in awe before it. I listen to its voice, a silent sermon moving me to the depths, touching my heart, and stirring up within my soul a yearning to give my all.

We are tomorrow's past.

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.

It's the folks that depend on us for this and for the other that we most do miss.

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.

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