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

Trees are the earth's endless effort to speak to the listening heaven.

If I thought the world were to end tomorrow, I would still plant an apple tree today.

No town can fail of beauty, though its walks were gutters and its houses hovels, if venerable trees make magnificent colonnades along its streets.

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.

We recently had a referendum in New York about extending the forest preserve. The city voted for it by a large majority; yet as I walk the streets I do not see afforestation written with conviction on the harried faces of my fellow citizens.

Trees are the earths endless effort to speak to the listening heaven.

Any fine morning a power saw can fell a tree that took a thousand years to grow.

Us sing and dance, make faces and give flower bouquets, trying to be loved. You ever notice that trees do everything to git attention we do, except walk?

I said to the almond tree, 'Friend, speak to me of God,' and the almond tree blossomed.