The sea darkens And a wild duck s call Is faintly white.

All my life through, the new sights of Nature made me rejoice like a child.

Grass is in my mouth, my throat grass is on my tongue, my taste, grass is my love, my touch. The scent of grass: green, it is my life, my breath.

Nature, with equal mind, Sees all her sons at play; Sees man control the wind, The wind sweep man away; Allows the proudly-riding and the foundering bark.

Nature is often hidden, sometimes overcome, seldom extinguished.

Into every empty corner, into all forgotten things and nooks, Nature struggles to pour life, pouring life into the dead, life into life itself.

Man is wise and constantly in quest of more wisdom; but the ultimate wisdom, which deals with beginnings, remains locked in a seed. There it lies, the simplest fact of the universe and at the same time the one which calls forth faith rather than reason.

You can't be suspicious of a tree, or accuse a bird or a squirrel of subversion or challenge the ideology of a violet.

Man masters nature not by force but by understanding.

To him who in the love of Nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language.