The clearest way into the Universe is through a forest wilderness.

Everything is blooming most recklessly if it were voices instead of colors, there would be an unbelievable shrieking into the heart of the night.

What would be ugly in a garden constitutes beauty in a mountain.

As the poet said, 'Only God can make a tree,' probably because it's so hard to figure out how to get the bark on.

Adapt or perish, now as ever, is nature's inexorable imperative.