Who leaves the pine-tree, leaves his friend, Unnerves his strength, invites his end. — Ralph Waldo Emerson Copy Share Image
Blessed is the season which engages the whole world in a conspiracy of love. It is Christmas in the heart that puts… — William Thomas Ellis Copy Share Image
I was raised by the song Of the murmuring grove And loving I learned Among Flowers. — Friedrich Holderlin Copy Share Image
I frequently tramped eight or ten miles through the deepest snow to keep an appointment with a beechtree, or a yellow birch,… — Henry David Thoreau Copy Share Image
Acts of creation are ordinarily reserved for gods and poets, but humbler folk may circumvent this restriction if they know how. To… — Aldo Leopold Copy Share Image
A few minutes ago every tree was excited, bowing to the roaring storm, waving, swirling, tossing their branches in glorious enthusiasm like… — John Muir Copy Share Image
I think that I shall never see A poem lovely as a tree. A tree whose hungry mouth is prest Against the… — Joyce Kilmer Copy Share Image
Of the infinite variety of fruits which spring from the bosom of the earth, the trees of the wood are the greatest… — Susan Fenimore Cooper Copy Share Image
Of all man's works of art, a cathedral is greatest. A vast and majestic tree is greater than that. — Henry Ward Beecher Copy Share Image
No wonder the hills and groves were God's first temples, and the more they are cut down and hewn into cathedrals and… — John Muir Copy Share Image
