Everything in Nature contains all the powers of Nature. Everything is made of one hidden stuff.

Nature does not hurry yet everything is accomplished.

The very winds whispered in soothing accents and maternal Nature bade me weep no more.

There is nothing in which the birds differ more from man than the way in which they can build and yet leave a landscape as it was before.

Occasionally I have come across a last patch of snow on top of a mountain in late May or June. There's something very powerful about finding snow in summer.

In some mysterious way woods have never seemed to me to be static things. In physical terms I move through them yet in metaphysical ones they seem to move through me.

Life has loveliness to sell all beautiful and splendid things blue waves whitened on a cliff soaring fire that sways and sings and children's faces looking up holding wonder like a cup.

Nothing is so beautiful as spring - when weeds in wheels shoot long and lovely and lush Thrush's eggs look little low heavens and thrush through the echoing timber does so rinse and wring the ear it strikes like lightning to hear him sing.

People from a planet without flowers would think we must be mad with joy the whole time to have such things about us.

Nothing is more memorable than a smell. One scent can be unexpected momentary and fleeting yet conjure up a childhood summer beside a lake in the mountains.

I like trees because they seem more resigned to the way they have to live than other things do.

Swans sing before they die - 'twere no bad thing should certain persons die before they sing.

The snow itself is lonely or if you prefer self-sufficient. There is no other time when the whole world seems composed of one thing and one thing only.

The sea is everything. It covers seven tenths of the terrestrial globe. Its breath is pure and healthy. It is an immense desert where man is never lonely for he feels life stirring on all sides.

There is nothing in a caterpillar that tells you it's going to be a butterfly.

Everything is blooming most recklessly if it were voices instead of colors there would be an unbelievable shrieking into the heart of the night.

The sun with all those planets revolving around it and dependent on it can still ripen a bunch of grapes as if it had nothing else in the universe to do.

For in the true nature of things if we rightly consider every green tree is far more glorious than if it were made of gold and silver.

I still get wildly enthusiastic about little things... I play with leaves. I skip down the street and run against the wind.

In all things of nature there is something of the marvelous.

Come forth into the light of things let nature be your teacher.

One of the most tragic things I know about human nature is that all of us tend to put off living. We are all dreaming of some magical rose garden over the horizon instead of enjoying the roses that are blooming outside our windows today.

Look deep into nature and then you will understand everything better.

One and the same thing can at the same time be good bad and indifferent e.g. music is good to the melancholy bad to those who mourn and neither good nor bad to the deaf.