There are always some of us, not a few, in every generation, who go over wholly to the green flag. It is such a passionless fealty, so reticent a love, that neither do trumpets sound for it nor quarrels arise… — Donald C. Peattie Copy Share Image
Beauty is excrescence, superabundance, random ebulience, and sheer delightful waste to be enjoyed in its own right. — Donald C. Peattie Copy Share Image
The Grand Canyon is carven deep by the master hand; it is the gulf of silence, widened in the desert; it is all time… — Donald C. Peattie Copy Share Image
Life is a phenomenon sui generis, a primal fact in its own right, like energy. Cut flesh or wood how you like, hack at… — Donald C. Peattie Copy Share Image
As the brain of man is the speck of dust in the universe that thinks, so the leaves—the fern and the needled pine and… — Donald C. Peattie Copy Share Image
The harvest moon has no innocence, like the slim quarter moon of a spring twilight, nor has it the silver penny brilliance of the… — Donald C. Peattie Copy Share Image
Time is not money; time is an opportunity to live before you die. So a man who walks, and lives and sees and thinks… — Donald C. Peattie Copy Share Image
A thing is either alive or it isn’t; there is nothing that is almost alive. There is but the remotest possibility of the origin… — Donald C. Peattie Copy Share Image
I have often started off on a walk in the state called mad-mad in the sense of sore-headed, or mad with tedium or confusion;… — Donald C. Peattie Copy Share Image
There are always some of us, not a few, in every generation, who go over wholly to the green flag. It is such a… — Donald C. Peattie Copy Share Image
What is a weed? I have heard it said that there are sixty definitions. For me, a weed is a plant out of place. — Donald C. Peattie Copy Share Image
A word, a smile, and the stranger at your elbow may become an interesting friend. All through life we deny ourselves stimulating fellowship because… — Donald C. Peattie Copy Share Image
The last fling of winter is over ... The earth, the soil itself, has a dreaming quality about it. It is warm now to… — Donald C. Peattie Copy Share Image
After all, time is not money. It is an opportunity to live before you die. — Donald C. Peattie Copy Share Image
