How glorious a greeting the sun gives the mountains!

Nothing can be beautiful which is not true.

The land created me. I’m wild and lonesome. Even as I travel the cities, I’m more at home in the vacant lots.

Poetry is the key to the hieroglyphics of nature.

There are more men ennobled by study than by nature.

No; we have been as usual asking the wrong question. It does not matter a hoot what the mockingbird on the chimney is singing. The real and proper question is: Why is it beautiful?

Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth seeking the successive autumns.

Beauty is the greatest seducer of man.

To make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee, One clover, and a bee, And revery. The revery alone will do, If bees are few.

I grew up in the north woods of Canada. You had to know certain things about survival. Wilderness survival courses weren’t very formalized when I was growing up, but I was taught certain things about what to do if I got lost in the woods.

Life is the fire that burns and the sun that gives light. Life is the wind and the rain and the thunder in the sky. Life is matter and is earth, what is and what is not, and what beyond is in Eternity.

Nature abhors annihilation.

Jesus Christ belonged to the true race of prophets. He saw with open eye the mystery of the soul. Drawn by its severe harmony, ravished with its beauty, he lived in it and had his being there. Alone in all history, he estimated the greatness of man.

My lips, I’ve used collagen. I line my lips with collagen.

God writes the Gospel not in the Bible alone, but also on trees, and in the flowers and clouds and stars.

My love is a hummingbird sitting that quiet moment on the bough, as the same cat crouches.

Then not only custom, but also nature affirms that to do is more disgraceful than to suffer injustice, and that justice is equality.

Nature that framed us of four elements, warring within our breasts for regiment, doth teach us all to have aspiring minds.

There are moments when all anxiety and stated toil are becalmed in the infinite leisure and repose of nature.

The earth laughs in flowers.

Poets say science takes away from the beauty of the stars – mere globs of gas atoms. I, too, can see the stars on a desert night, and feel them. But do I see less or more?

My skin is 24 karat gold when a sun hit it.

I don’t like perfumes that are too strong or sweet. I like a fragrance that is earthy and sensual and can be worn at any time.

Our character is not so much the product of race and heredity as of those circumstances by which nature forms our habits, by which we are nurtured and live.

I did not wish to take a cabin passage, but rather to go before the mast and on the deck of the world, for there I could best see the moonlight amid the mountains. I do not wish to go below now.

The sky is the part of creation in which nature has done for the sake of pleasing man.

The beauty of a woman must be seen from in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart, the place where love resides.

Teach us that wealth is not elegance, that profusion is not magnificence, that splendor is not beauty.

It’s just a job. Grass grows, birds fly, waves pound the sand. I beat people up.

Yeah we all shine on, like the moon, and the stars, and the sun.

Our nature consists in motion; complete rest is death.

Through Kurt I saw the beauty of minimalism and the importance of music that’s stripped down.

Oh, these vast, calm, measureless mountain days, days in whose light everything seems equally divine, opening a thousand windows to show us God.

I often think that the night is more alive and more richly colored than the day.

I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life, to live so sturdily and Spartanlike as to put to rout all that was not life.

Life is abundant, and life is beautiful. And it’s a good place that we’re all in, you know, on this earth, if we take care of it.

Endurance is nobler than strength, and patience than beauty.

How strange that nature does not knock, and yet does not intrude!

A wind has blown the rain away and blown the sky away and all the leaves away, and the trees stand. I think, I too, have known autumn too long.

Being beautiful is not so fun when you’re in a business with all men.

Real beauty knocks you a little bit off kilter.

Beauty and folly are old companions.

The environment is everything that isn’t me.

A God without dominion, providence, and final causes, is nothing else but fate and nature.

There is nothing that makes its way more directly into the soul than beauty.

I love to put on lotion. Sometimes I’ll watch TV and go into a lotion trance for an hour. I try to find brands that don’t taste bad in case anyone wants to taste me.

In the Spring, I have counted 136 different kinds of weather inside of 24 hours.

Generally speaking, a howling wilderness does not howl: it is the imagination of the traveler that does the howling.

Study hard so that you can master technology, which allows us to master nature.

I am proud to have been born in Iowa. Through the eyes of a ten-year-old boy, it was a place of adventure and daily discoveries – the wonder of the growing crops, the excitements of the harvest, the journeys to the woods for nuts and hunting, the joys of snowy winters, the comfort of the family fireside, of good food and tender care.

The first man to compare the cheeks of a young woman to a rose was obviously a poet; the first to repeat it was possibly an idiot.

I give the name of cosmic sense to the more or less confused affinity that binds us psychologically to the All which envelops us. The existence of this feeling is indubitable, and apparently as old as the beginning of thought… The cosmic sense must have been born as soon as man found himself facing the forest, the sea and the stars.

It is the nature of truth in general, as of some ores in particular, to be richest when most superficial.

When you draw or paint a tree, you do not imitate the tree; you do not copy it exactly as it is, which would be mere photography. To be free to paint a tree or a flower or a sunset, you have to feel what it conveys to you: the significance, the meaning of it.

Storms make trees take deeper roots.

I would warn you that I do not attribute to nature either beauty or deformity, order or confusion. Only in relation to our imagination can things be called beautiful or ugly, well-ordered or confused.

Nature is wont to hide herself.

I only ask to be free. The butterflies are free.

It was one of those March days when the sun shines hot and the wind blows cold: when it is summer in the light, and winter in the shade.

The nature of the human mind is such that unless it is stimulated by images of things acting upon it from without, all remembrance of them passes easily away.

Slave to no sect, who takes no private road, But looks through Nature up to Nature’s God.