Simplicity is natures first step, and the last of art.
Sunshine is delicious, rain is refreshing, wind braces us up, snow is exhilarating; there is really no such thing as bad weather, only different kinds of good weather.
For the mind disturbed, the still beauty of dawn is nature's finest balm.
Youth is the gift of nature, but age is a work of art.
The sea, once it casts its spell, holds one in its net of wonder forever.
The breaking of a wave cannot explain the whole sea.
Sunset is still my favorite color, and rainbow is second.
Solitary trees, if they grow at all, grow strong.
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.
Eagles commonly fly alone. They are crows, daws, and starlings that flock together.
If the sight of the blue skies fills you with joy, if a blade of grass springing up in the fields has power to move you, if the simple things of nature have a message that you understand, rejoice, for your soul is alive.
Over every mountain there is a path, although it may not be seen from the valley.
Sunsets are so beautiful that they almost seem as if we were looking through the gates of Heaven.
The butterfly counts not months but moments, and has time enough.
Some people walk in the rain, others just get wet.
The best thing one can do when it's raining is to let it rain.
Joy in looking and comprehending is nature's most beautiful gift.
Nature holds the key to our aesthetic, intellectual, cognitive and even spiritual satisfaction.
The world is always in movement.
Knowing trees, I understand the meaning of patience. Knowing grass, I can appreciate persistence.