“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 my depths, touching my heart, and stirring within my soul a yearning to give my all.
Nature’s music is never over; her silences are pauses, not conclusions.
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 account in this as in other things; it is depth that brings understanding and life.
Green is the fresh emblem of well -founded hopes. In blue the spirit can wander, but in green it can rest.”