There are no such things as Flowers there are only gladdened Leaves.

There is nothing so pitiful as a young cynic because he has gone from knowing nothing to believing nothing.

Most sets of values would give rise to universes that, although they might be very beautiful, would contain no one able to wonder at that beauty.

Us sing and dance, make faces and give flower bouquets, trying to be loved. You ever notice that trees do everything to git attention we do, except walk?

I think it pisses God off if you walk by the color purple in a field somewhere and don’t notice it.

The bottom line is that everyone thinks differently.

Any experience that touches you, in any particular way, is good. It can be a horrible experience.

The sun, too, shines into cesspools and is not polluted.

Could a greater miracle take place than for us to look through each other’s eyes for an instant?

I love having an unlimited supply of cocoa butter.

My life as a child did not prepare me for the fact that the world is full of cruel and bitter things.

I walk every day, and I look at the mountains and the fields and the small city, and I say: ‚Oh my God, what a blessing.‘ Then you realise it’s important to put it in a context beyond this woman, this man, this city, this country, this universe.

Ask an older person you respect to tell you his or her greatest regret.

The waving of a pine tree on the top of a mountain – a magic wand in Nature’s hand – every devout mountaineer knows its power; but the marvelous beauty value of what the Scotch call a breckan in a still dell, what poet has sung this?

Children are all foreigners.

It all depends on how we look at things, and not how they are in themselves.

Sometimes one pays most for the things one gets for nothing.

Life is like a wheel. Sooner or later, it always come around to where you started again.

What nature requires is obtainable, and within easy reach. It is for the superfluous we sweat.

It’s not what you look at that matters, it’s what you see.

Biographies are but the clothes and buttons of the man. The biography of the man himself cannot be written.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep. But I have promises to keep, and miles to go before I sleep.

I hate all sports as rabidly as a person who likes sports hates common sense.

It is the eye of other people that ruin us. If I were blind I would want, neither fine clothes, fine houses or fine furniture.

The moral virtues, then, are produced in us neither by nature nor against nature. Nature, indeed, prepares in us the ground for their reception, but their complete formation is the product of habit.

If a work of art is rich and vital and complete, those who have artistic instincts will see its beauty, and those to whom ethics appeal more strongly than aesthetics will see its moral lesson. It will fill the cowardly with terror, and the unclean will see in it their own shame.

My sorrow, when she’s here with me, thinks these dark days of autumn rain are beautiful as days can be; she loves the bare, the withered tree; she walks the sodden pasture lane.

Beauty of whatever kind, in its supreme development, invariably excites the sensitive soul to tears.

Every man is rich or poor according to the proportion between his desires and his enjoyments.

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.

When you are joyous, look deep into your heart and you shall find it is only that which has given you sorrow that is giving you joy. When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight.

I write for no other purpose than to add to the beauty that now belongs to me. I write a book for no other reason than to add three or four hundred acres to my magnificent estate.

I’m no natural beauty. If I’m gonna have any looks at all, I’m gonna have to create them.

Nature puts no question and answers none which we mortals ask. She has long ago taken her resolution.

Forty is the old age of youth, fifty is the youth of old age.

Oh, yes; you Virginians shed barrels of perspiration while standing off at a distance and superintending the work your slaves do for you. It is different with us. Here it is every fellow for himself, or he doesn’t get there.

So comes snow after fire, and even dragons have their ending!

A liberal is a man too broadminded to take his own side in a quarrel.

The chief value of money lies in the fact that one lives in a world in which it is overestimated.

In faith there is enough light for those who want to believe and enough shadows to blind those who don’t.

Keep close to Nature’s heart… and break clear away, once in awhile, and climb a mountain or spend a week in the woods. Wash your spirit clean.

The worst men often give the best advice.

Except for the young or very happy, I can’t say I am sorry for anyone who dies.

There are only two kinds of men: the righteous who think they are sinners and the sinners who think they are righteous.

If one way be better than another, that you may be sure is nature’s way.

Nature is the incarnation of thought. The world is the mind precipitated.

Men always want and love when women wear tight and fitted clothing, right? And you’re like, ‚Wow, she looks so beautiful.‘ And then you have men who dress like slobs, and you’re like, ‚What’s the deal with these big and baggy suits.‘ It’s pretty ridiculous.

The coniferous forests of the Yosemite Park, and of the Sierra in general, surpass all others of their kind in America, or indeed the world, not only in the size and beauty of the trees, but in the number of species assembled together, and the grandeur of the mountains they are growing on.

I don’t believe in an outside agent that creates the world, then walks away. But I feel very strongly there is an intelligence at work in every flower, in every blade of grass, in every cell of my body. And it is that intelligence that, I wouldn’t say created the universe. It is creating the universe. It’s an ongoing process.

When I write, it’s like choosing which shoes I’m going to put on. More often than not, my lyrics are personal – but I sometimes have to put myself in other people’s shoes.

See things from the boy’s point of view.

I don’t concern myself with award. I’d been to the party enough times to know it really didn’t matter.

I do not have much patience with a thing of beauty that must be explained to be understood. If it does need additional interpretation by someone other than the creator, then I question whether it has fulfilled its purpose.

Beauty without expression is boring.

It is clear to everyone that astronomy at all events compels the soul to look upwards, and draws it from the things of this world to the other.

He who would pass his declining years with honor and comfort, should, when young, consider that he may one day become old, and remember when he is old, that he has once been young.

Before the effect one believes in different causes than one does after the effect.

I am neither bitter nor cynical but I do wish there was less immaturity in political thinking.

I conceive that the great part of the miseries of mankind are brought upon them by false estimates they have made of the value of things.

I have often said that the lure of flying is the lure of beauty.

Think big thoughts but relish small pleasures.