Go Quietly Alone, No Harm Will Befall

How Infinitely Superior To Our Physical Senses Are Those Of The Mind!

A Few Minutes Ago Every Tree Was Excited, Bowing To The Roaring Storm, Waving, Swirling, Tossing Their Branches In Glorious Enthusiasm Like Worship. But Though To The Outer Ear These Trees Are Now Silent, Their Songs Never Cease.

Man Is Always And Everywhere A Blight On The Landscape.

I’d Rather Be In The Mountains Thinking Of God, Than In Church Thinking About The Mountains.

Let Children Walk With Nature, Let Them See The Beautiful Blendings And Communions Of Death And Life, Their Joyous Inseparable Unity, As Taught In Woods And Meadows, Plains And Mountains And Streams Of Our Blessed Star, And They Will Learn That Death Is Stingless Indeed, And As Beautiful As Life.