The quality of life, which in the ardour of spring was personal and sexual, becomes social in midsummer.

The three great elemental sounds in nature are the sound of rain, the sound of wind in a primeval wood, and the sound of outer ocean on a beach.

Animals are not brethren, they are not underlings; they are other nations, caught with ourselves in the net of life and time.

Touch the earth, love the earth, honour the earth, her plains, her valleys, her hills, and her seas; rest your spirit in her solitary places.

Learn to reverence night and to put away the vulgar fear of it.

We need another and a wiser and a perhaps more mystical concept of animals.

The leaves fall, the wind blows, and the farm country slowly changes from the summer cottons into its winter woods.

Wolves are not our brothers; they are not our subordinates, either. They are another nation, caught up just like us in the complex web of time and life.

The seas are the hearts blood of the earth. Plucked up and kneaded by the sun and the moon, the tides are systole and diastole of earth's veins.

It is only when we are aware of the earth and of the earth as poetry that we truly live.

Into every empty corner, into all forgotten things and nooks, nature struggles to pour life, pouring life into the dead, life into life itself.

It is a safe thing to trust Him to fulfill the desires which He creates

Get out of your comfort zone. Wake up the sleeping giant in you.

I was told there would be no math

Sooner or later, everyone's story has an unfortunate event or two...The solution, of course, is to stay as far away from the world as possible and lead a safe, simple life.

Me as a backup center? Hell no.

Everything is the will of God - we are only instruments of her will and we learn to just love and accept.

In the colored reflection we have Life.

One looks, looks long, and the world comes in.

Five out of four people have trouble with fractions.

Never, never, never postpone following a prompting.