If one daffodil is worth a thousand pleasures, then one is too few.

Meandering in a shady stream, it can make a home for green growing things.

Unloosed in a river, it can slice through layers of volcanic ash like a knife through a cake.

The powers of water are immeasurable. In the form of ice, it can chisel rock as effectively as steel.

Like a night without starlight, so is a life without love.

I think that folks should carry bright umbrellas in the rain . . .to smile into the sullen sky and make it glad again.

There is nothing more beautiful than a rainbow - but it takes both rain and sunshine to make one. If life is to be rounded and many-colored, like a rainbow, both joy and sorrow must come to it.

After a thundershower, the weather takes a pledge and signs it with a rainbow.

Flowers are like human beings . . . they thrive on a little kindness.

Each moment of the year has its own beauty . . . a picture which was never before and shall never be seen again.

The silence of nature is very real. It surrounds you . . . you can feel it.

A little bit of love can be like sunshine after rain and cause someone to realize that the life is not in vain.

Children run wildly, breathlessly . . . facing the wind . . . absorbing its speed.

Be like the bird, who halting in his flight on limb too slight, feels it give way beneath him, yet sings knowing he hath wings.

The best thing about animals is that they don't talk much.

There is pleasure in the pathless woods . . . there is rapture on the lonely shore.

The landscape belongs to the person who looks at it.

Is it so small a thing to have enjoyed the sun, to have lived light in the sky, to have loved, to have thought, to have done?

The fog comes on little cat feet. It sits looking over the harbor and city on silent haunches and then moves on.

No sky is heavy, if the heart be light.

The sun does not shine for a few trees and flowers, but for the wide world's joy.

Sounds of the wind or sounds of the sea Make me happy just to be.

When I bought my farm, I did not know what a bargain I had in the bluebirds, daffodils and thrushes; as little did I know what sublime mornings and sunsets I was buying.

Stop every now and then. Just stop and enjoy. Take a deep breath. Relax and take in the abundance of life.

Flowers are heaven's masterpiece.

The rich fire of the orange sunset gloriously announces the coming night.

The world will never starve for wonder, but only for want of wonder.

Though we travel the world over to find the beautiful, we must carry it with us or we find it not.

Lose yourself in nature and find peace.

Every sunset brings the promise of a new dawn.

Some people, like flowers, give pleasure, just by being.

Never miss an opportunity to sleep on a screened porch.

For happiness, one needs security, but joy can spring like a flower even from the cliffs of despair.

There is something infinitely healing in the repeated refrains of nature - the assurance that dawn comes after night, and spring after the winter.

Delight in the beauty that surrounds you.

Some of nature's most exquisite handiwork is on a miniature scale, as anyone knows who has applied a magnifying glass to a snowflake.

Each season has its own wonder, it's own special place, and purpose in the pattern of creation.

I am in love with the green earth.

The day, water, sun, moon, night - I do not have to purchase these things with money.

In my garden, after a rainfall, you can faintly, yes, hear the breaking of new blooms.

Nature does not hurry, yet everything is accomplished.

Rest is not idleness, and to lie sometimes on the grass under trees on a summer's day, listening to the murmur of the water,or watching the clouds float across the sky is by no means a waste of time.

Be a gentle friend to trees and they will give you back beauty, cool and fragrant shade, and many birds, singing.

Whoever loves and understands a garden will find contentment within.

Each season has its joys to treasure, to lift one's spirits and bring us pleasure.

I myself am quite absorbed by the delicate yellow, delicate soft green, delicate violet of a ploughed and weeded piece of soil.

Few sunrises are greeted as eagerly as those viewed through the eyes of love.

Discovering this idyllic place, we find ourselves filled with a yearning to linger here, where time stands still and beauty overwhelms.

Spring slips into even the most hidden places of the countryside and transforms them into mossy-green mansions of delight.

The morning of life is like the dawn of a day, full of purity, visions, and harmony.

Lie down and listen to the crabgrass grow.

Love comforteth like sunshine after rain.

People from a planet without flowers would think we must be mad with joy the whole time to have such things about us.

All seasons are beautiful for the person who carries happiness within.

The rainbows of life follow the storm.

To sit in the shade on a fine day and look upon the verdant green hills is the most perfect refreshment.

Keep your sense of proportion by regularly, preferably daily,visiting the natural world.

You are a child of the universe, no less than the trees and the stars; you have a right to be here.

I will be the gladdest thing under the sun. I will touch a hundred flowers and not pick one.

In summer, the song sings itself.