“How narrow we selfish conceited creatures are in our sympathies! How blind to the rights of all the rest of creation!”

“When we tug at a single thing in nature, we find it attached to the rest of the world.”

“Not blind opposition to progress,but opposition to blind progress...”

“What a psalm the storm was singing, and how fresh the smell of the washed earth and leaves, and how sweet the still small voices of the storm!”

“I never saw a discontented tree. They grip the ground as though they liked it, and though fast rooted they travel about as far as we do. They go wandering forth in all directions with every wind, going and coming like ourselves, traveling with us around the sun two million miles a day, and through space heaven knows how fast and far!”

“How glorious a greeting the sun gives the mountains!”

“Most people are on the world, not in it — have no conscious sympathy or relationship to anything about them — undiffused, separate, and rigidly alone like marbles of polished stone, touching but separate.”