"Man is a complex being: he makes deserts bloom - and lakes die."
"I love to think of nature as an unlimited broadcasting station, through which God speaks to us every hour, if we will only tune in."
"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."
"Once you have heard the lark, known the swish of feet through hill-top grass and smelt the earth made ready for the seed, you are never again going to be fully happy about the cities and towns that man carries like a crippling weight upon his back."
"Except during the nine months before he draws his first breath, no man manages his affairs as well as a tree does."
"For the man sound in body and serene of mind there is no such thing as bad weather, every sky has its beauty, and storms which whip the blood do but make it pulse more vigorously."
"Grass grows by inches but it's killed by feet."
"I decided that if I could paint that flower in a huge scale, you could not ignore its beauty."
"Every flower is a soul blossoming in nature."
"There are many paths to the top of the mountain, but only one view."
"Use what talent you possess - the woods would be very silent if no birds sang except those that sang best."
"A woodland in full color is awesome as a forest fire, in magnitude at least, but a single tree is like a dancing tongue of flame to warm the heart."
"Just living is not enough... One must have sunshine, freedom, and a little flower."
"Thank God men cannot fly, and lay waste the sky as well as the earth."
"The sun, the moon and the stars would have disappeared long ago... had they happened to be within the reach of predatory human hands."
"Every creature is better alive than dead, men and moose and pine trees, and he who understands it aright will rather preserve its life than destroy it."
"Flowers are the sweetest things God ever made and forgot to put a soul into."
"You can't be suspicious of a tree, or accuse a bird or a squirrel of subversion or challenge the ideology of a violet."
"I remember a hundred lovely lakes, and recall the fragrant breath of pine and fir and cedar and poplar trees. The trail has strung upon it, as upon a thread of silk, opalescent dawns and saffron sunsets."
"To me a lush carpet of pine needles or spongy grass is more welcome than the most luxurious Persian rug."
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