Freedom from worries and surcease from strain are illusions that always inhabit the distance
To the lost man, to the pioneer penetrating a new country, to the naturalist who wishes to see the wild land at its wildest, the advice is always the same -- follow a river. The river is the original forest highway. It is nature's own Wilderness Road
The long fight to save wild beauty represents democracy at its best. It requires citizens to practice the hardest of virtues ñ self-restraint.
Those who wish to pet and baby wild animals "love" them. But those who respect their natures and wish to let them live normal lives, love them more.
For the mind disturbed, the still beauty of dawn is nature's finest balm.
Reduce the complexity of life by eliminating the needless wants of life, and the labors of life reduce themselves.
Time and space - time to be alone, space to move about - these may well become the great scarcities of tomorrow
For a great tree death comes as a gradual transformation. Its vitality ebbs slowly. Even when life has abandoned it entirely it remains a majestic thing. On some hilltop a dead tree may dominate the landscape for miles around. Alone among living things it retains its character and dignity after death. Plans wither; animals disintegrates. But a dead tree may be as arresting, as filled with personality, in death as it is in life. Even in its final moments, when the massive trunk lies prone and it has moldering into a ridge covered with mosses and fungi, it arrives at a fitting and noble end. It enriches and refreshes the earth. And later, as part of other green and growing things, it rises again.