When one tugs at a single thing in nature, he finds it hitched to the rest of the universe.

Man and other civilized animals are the only creatures that ever become dirty.

There is that in the glance of a flower which may at times control the greatest of creations braggart lords.

Memories may escape the action of the will, may sleep a long time, but when stirred by the right influence, though that influence be light as a shadow, they flash into full stature and life with everything in place.

Let children walk with Nature, let them see the beautiful blendings and communions of death and life, their joyous inseparable unity... and they will learn that death is stingless indeed, and as beautiful as life, and that the grave has no victory, for it never fights.

The substance of the winds is too thin for human eyes, their written language is too difficult for human minds, and their spoken language mostly too faint for the ears.