Hold your hands out over the earth as over a flame. To all who love her, who open to her the doors of their veins, she gives of her strength, sustaining them with her own measureless tremor of dark life.… — Henry Beston Copy Share Image
The seas are the hearts blood of the earth. Plucked up and kneaded by the sun and the moon, the tides are systole and diastole of earth's veins. — Henry Beston Copy Share Image
We need another and a wiser and perhaps a more mystical concept of animals. Remote from universal nature, and living by complicated artifice, man… — Henry Beston Copy Share Image
“It may seem odd to contemporary readers to think of the natural year as a metaphor by which we live. As individuals, we have… — Henry Beston Copy Share Image
The creatures with whom we share the planet and whom, in our arrogance, we wrongly patronize for being lesser forms, they are not brethren,… — Henry Beston Copy Share Image
I am glad that the country world...retains a power to use our English tongue. It is a part of its sense of reality, of… — Henry Beston Copy Share Image
Expect Nature to answer to your human values as to come into your house and sit in a chair. The economy of nature, its… — Henry Beston Copy Share Image
“And what of Nature itself, you say – that callous and cruel engine, red in tooth and fang? Well, it is not so much… — Henry Beston Copy Share Image
The adventure of the sun is the greatest natural drama by which we live. — Henry Beston Copy Share Image
The animal should not be measured by man. In a world older than ours they move finished and complete, gifted with extensions of the… — Henry Beston Copy Share Image
If gardeners will forget a little the phrase, "watering the plants" and think of watering as a matter of "watering the earth" under the… — Henry Beston Copy Share Image
We of the age of the machines, having delivered ourselves of nocturnal enemies, now have a dislike of night itself. With lights and ever… — Henry Beston Copy Share Image
For a moment of night we have a glimpse of ourselves and of our world islanded in a stream of stars - pilgrims of… — Henry Beston Copy Share Image
