“Good friends are good for your health”
-- Irwin Sarason, New York Times, 1985

 “Conservation is a state of harmony between men and land."
-- Aldo Leopold, A and Country Almanac (1941)

 “What nature delivers to us is never stale. Because what nature creates has eternity in it”
-- Isaac Bashevis Singer, NY Times Magazine, 1978

 “Everybody needs beauty as well as bread, places to play in and pray in, where Nature may heal and cheer and give strength to body and soul alike.”
-- John Muir, The Yosemite, 1912

 “We are rooted to the air through our lungs and to the soil through our stomachs. We are walking trees and floating plants.
-- John Burroughs, The Grist of the Gods, 1908

 “The real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new landscapes, but in having new eyes.”
-- Marcel Proust

"Everybody needs beauty as well as bread, places to play in and pray in, where Nature may heal and cheer and give strength to body and soul alike."
--John Muir, The Yosemite,1912

"What nature delivers to us is never stale. Because what nature creates has eternity in it"
--Isaac Bashevis Singer, NY Times Magazine, 1978

"Everything in nature invites us constantly to be what we are"
--Gretel Ehrlich, The Solace of Opens Spaces, 1985

"I like trees because they seem more resigned to the way they live than other things do"
--Willa Cather, Pioneers!, 1913

"What is learned depends far less on what is taught than on what one actually experiences"
--Edgar Friedenberg, The Dignity of Youth, 1965

I live to hold communion
With all that is divine,
To feel there is a union
'Twixt Nature's heart and mine
--George Linnaeus Banks, What I Live For, 1862

"Nothing wholly admirable ever happens in this country except the migration of birds"
--Brooks Atkinson, once Around the Sun 1951

"May you be blessed with the foolishness to think that you can make a difference in the world, so that you will do things that others say cannot be done."
--Excerpt from a Franciscan Prayer

"Never while anything is left of me shall this first camp be forgotten. It has fairly grown into me, not merely as memory pictures, but as part and parcel of mind and body alike. The deep hopper-like hollow, with its majestic trees through which all the wonderful nights the stars poured their beauty."
--John Muir,  My First Summer in the Sierra (1911)