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.
Everybody needs beauty as well as bread, places to play in and pray in, where nature may heal and give strength to body and soul.
There is that in the glance of a flower which may at times control the greatest of creation’s braggart lords.
The gross heathenism of civilization has generally destroyed nature, and poetry, and all that is spiritual.
Take a course in good water and air and in the eternal youth of Nature you may renew your own. Go quietly, alone no harm will befall you.
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.