Echoes

Love children especially, for they too are sinless like the angels; they live to soften and purify our hearts and as it were to guide us.

Climb the mountains and get their good tidings. Nature's peace will flow into you as sunshine flows into trees. The winds will blow their own freshness into you, and the storms their energy, while cares will drop away from you like the leaves of autumn.

In every walk with nature one receives far more than he seeks.

Thousands of tired, nerve-shaken, over-civilized people are beginning to find out that going to the mountains is going home; that wildness is a necessity; and that mountain parks and reservations are useful not only as fountains of timber and irrigating rivers, but as fountains of life.

Earth hath no sorrows that earth cannot heal, or heaven cannot heal, for the earth as seen in the clean wilds of the mountains is about as divine as anything the heart of man can conceive!

The sun illuminates only the eye of the man, but shines into the eye and the heart of the child.

When I am among the trees, especially the willows and the honey locust, equally the beech, the oaks and the pines, they give off such hints of gladness. I would almost say that they save me, and daily.

In God's wildness lies the hope of the world — the great fresh, unblighted, unredeemed wilderness. The galling harness of civilization drops off, and wounds heal ere we are aware.

Hang on to your youthful enthusiasms — you'll be able to use them better when you're older.

I think that I cannot preserve my health and spirits, unless I spend four hours a day at least — and it is commonly more than that — sauntering through the woods and over the hills and fields, absolutely free from all worldly engagements.

Healing is a matter of time, but it is sometimes also a matter of opportunity.

It is a wise father that knows his own child.

We never know the love of a parent till we become parents ourselves.

Adopt the pace of nature: her secret is patience.

With an eye made quiet by the power of harmony, and the deep power of joy, we see into the life of things.

Nature never did betray the heart that loved her.

Age appears to be best in four things: old wood best to burn, old wine to drink, old friends to trust, and old authors to read.

There is a love of wild Nature in everybody, an ancient mother-love ever showing itself whether recognized or no, and however covered by cares and duties.

Night, the beloved. Night, when words fade and things come alive. When the destructive analysis of day is done, and all that is truly important becomes whole and sound again. When man reassembles his fragmentary self and grows with the calm of a tree.

In peace, sons bury their fathers. In war, fathers bury their sons.

It is the time you have wasted for your rose that makes your rose so important.

If in our daily life we can smile, if we can be peaceful and happy, not only we, but everyone will profit from it. If we really know how to live, what better way to start the day than with a smile? Our smile affirms our awareness and determination to live in peace and joy. The source of a true smile is an awakened mind.

The temple bell stops but I still hear the sound coming out of the flowers.

I go among trees and sit still. All my stirring becomes quiet around me like circles on water.

I have learned that to be with those I like is enough.