A Man, In His Books, May Be

Nature In Her Green, Tranquil Woods Heals And Soothes All Afflictions.

Nature Is Always Lovely, Invincible, Glad, Whatever Is Done And Suffered By Her Creatures. All Scars She Heals, Whether In Rocks Or Water Or Sky Or Hearts.

Nothing Truly Wild Is Unclean.

Who Publishes The Sheet-music Of The Winds Or The Music Of Water Written In River-lines?

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.