The world is mud-luscious and puddle-wonderful.

For me, nostalgia is an involuntary emotion. I think it’s just a natural human response to loss.

Nostalgia is when you want things to stay the same. I know so many people staying in the same place.

I had been there before; I knew all about it.

Nostalgia is a file that removes the rough edges from the good old days.

How often have I lain beneath rain on a strange roof, thinking of home.

The past is a candle at great distance: too close to let you quit, too far to comfort you.

Everything in nature is lyrical in its ideal essence, tragic in its fate, and comic in its existence.

Leave the road, take the trails.

Nature does not hurry, yet everything is accomplished.

Choose only one master—nature.

Going to the mountains is like going home.

I believe in God, only I spell it Nature.

If you can’t be in awe of Mother Nature, there’s something wrong with you.

As in everything, nature is the best instructor.

The land knows you, even when you are lost.

The happiest man is he who learns from nature the lesson of worship.

We still do not know one-thousandth of one percent of what nature has revealed to us.

All my life through, the new sights of Nature made me rejoice like a child.