In every seed lies the promise of forest.
Trees and soils can absorb carbon dioxide released by fossil fuel burning. It would be great to subsidize responsible farmers and forest managers.
To make knowledge productive, we will have to learn to see both forest and tree. We will have to learn to connect.
These days are the hard times. Some residents depend on the forest for their survival.
Roads are not only crucial in fighting forest fires but also in promoting forest health.
They're shining examples of being active in the community and active for small-forest landowners. They get into the process and make a difference.
The forest is a peculiar organism of unlimited kindness and benevolence that makes no demands for its sustenance and extends generously the products of its life and activity; it affords protection to all beings.
A forest of these trees is a spectacle too much for one man to see.
The career of a sage is of two kinds: He is either honored by all in the world, Like a flower waving its head, Or else he disappears into the silent forest.
Religious awe is the same organic thrill which we feel in a forest at twilight, or in a mountain gorge.
When the oak is felled the whole forest echoes with its fall, but a hundred acorns are sown in silence by an unnoticed breeze.
For wickedness burneth as the fire: it shall devour the briers and thorns, and shall kindle in the thickets of the forest, and they shall mount up like the lifting up of smoke.
There is nothing in the world more beautiful than the forest clothed to its very hollows in snow. It is the still ecstasy of nature, wherein every spray, every blade of grass, every spire of reed, every intricacy of twig, is clad with radiance.
Top" management is supposed to be a tree full of owls-hooting when management heads into the wrong part of the forest. I'm still unpersuaded they even know where the forest is.
Though the lion and the antelope happen to live in the same forest, the antelope still has time to grow up. - Cape Coast, Ghana.
Our lives are like islands in the sea, or like trees in the forest, which co-mingle their roots in the darkness underground.
The heart of another is a dark forest, always, no matter how close it has been to one's own.
Wherever they go, and whatever happens to them on the way, in that enchanted place on the top of the forest, a little boy and his Bear will always be playing.
Once I saw a chimpanzee gaze at a particularly beautiful sunset for a full 15 minutes, watching the changing colors [and then] retire to the forest without picking a pawpaw for supper.
Always watch where you are going. Otherwise, you may step on a piece of the Forest that was left out by mistake.
The clearest way to the Universe is through a forest wilderness.
Some men go through a forest and see no firewood.
Gardening is civil and social, but it wants the vigor and freedom of the forest and the outlaw.
I feel within me the future life. I am like a forest that has been razed; the new shoots are stronger and brisker. I shall most certainly rise toward the heavens. The sun's rays bathe my head. The earth gives me its generous sap, but the heavens illuminate me with the reflection of-of worlds unknown. Some say the soul results merely from bodily powers. Why, then, does my soul become brighter when my bodily powers begin to waste away? Winter is above me, but eternal spring is within my heart. I inhale even now the fragrance of lilacs, violets, and roses, just as I did when I was twenty. The nearer my approach to the end, the plainer is the sound of immortal symphonies of worlds which invite me. It is wonderful yet simple. It is a fairy tale; it is history. For half a century I have been writing my thoughts in prose and in verse; history, philosophy, drama, romance, tradition, satire, ode, and song; all of these have I tried. But I feel that I haven't given utterance to the thousandth part of what lies within me. When I go to the grave I can say as others have said, "I have finished my day's work." But I cannot say, "I have finished my life." My day's work will begin again the next morning. The tomb is not a blind alley; it is a thoroughfare. It closes on the twilight, but opens on the dawn.
The news of my pregnancy spread like a forest fire in summer