Another glorious day, the air as delicious to the lungs as nectar to the tongue.

When we try to pick out anything by itself, we find it hitched to everything else in the Universe.

Everybody needs beauty as well as bread, places to play in and pray in, where nature may heal and give strength to body and soul alike.

None of Nature's landscapes are ugly so long as they are wild.

Here's to the day when it is May And care as light as a feather, When your little shoes and my big boots Go tramping over the heather.

I cannot but think that he who finds a certain proportion of pain and evil inseparably woven up in the life of the very worms, will bear his own share with mor…

He is the happy wanderer, who goes, Singing upon the way, with eyes awake To every scene, with ears alert to take The sweetness of all sounds; who loves and kn…