The happiest man is he who learns from nature the lesson of worship

The world is emblematic. Parts of speech are metaphors, because the whole of nature is a metaphor of the human mind.

In the woods too, a man casts off his years, as the snake his slough, and at what period soever of life, is always a child. In the woods, is perpetual youth.

Give me health and a day, and I will make the pomp of emperors ridiculous.

Have mountains, and waves, and skies, no significance but what we consciously give them, when we employ them as emblems of our thoughts?

Infancy is the perpetual Messiah, which comes into the arms of fallen men, and pleads with them to return to paradise.

Never miss an opportunity of noticing anything of beauty ...

There is a property in the horizon which no man has but he whose eye can integrate all parts, that is, the poet.

In the presence of nature, a wild delight runs through the man, in spite of real sorrows. Nature says, -- he is my creature, and maugre all his impertinent griefs, he shall be glad with me

The health of the eye seems to demand a horizon. We are never tired, so long as we can see far enough

The sky is less grand as it shuts down over less worth in the population.

I remember in school once the teacher gave us a speech about anyone can make it if they try, and then she looked at me and said. 'I don't know what you are going to do, Georgie.'

You may lose your wife, you may lose your dog, your mother may hate you. None of those things matter. What matters is that you achieve success and become free. Then you can do whatever you like.

I don't sell dope, I sell hope.

Your mouth is the best thing that ever happened to my mouth. -Zane Cutter

Sometimes the moments that challenge us the most, define us.

As much fun as it is to read a book, writing a book is one level deeper than that.

Prayer that is born of meditation upon the Word of God is the prayer that soars upward most easily to God's listening ears.

I'm learning to play piano. And also the musical saw.

I have perceived much beauty In the hoarse oaths that kept our courage straight; Heard music in the silentness of duty; Found peace where shell-storms spouted reddest spate.