The harvest moon has no innocence, like the slim quarter moon of a spring twilight, nor has it the silver penny brilliance of the moon that looks down upon the resorts of summer time. Wise, ripe, and portly, like an… — 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 the latticed frond and the seaweed ribbon—perceive the light in a fundamental and constructive sense. … Their leaves see the light, as my eyes can never do. … They impound its stellar energy, and with that… — Donald C. Peattie Copy Share
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
