Man Has Injured Every Animal

Any Fool Can Destroy Trees, They Cannot Run Away.

Another Glorious Day, The Air As Delicious To The Lungs As Nectar To The Tongue.

I Am Very Blessed. The Valley Is Full Of People, But They Do Not Annoy Me. I Revolve In Pathless Places And In Higher Rocks Than The World And His Ribbony Wife Can Reach.

Going To The Woods Is Going Home, For I Suppose We Came From The Woods Originally.

We All Travel The Milky Way Together, Trees And Men; But It Never Occurred To Me Until This Storm-day, While Swinging In The Wind, That Trees Are Travelers In The Ordinary Sense. They Make Many Journeys, Not Extensive Ones, It Is True; But Our Own Little Journeys, Away And Back Again, Are Only Little More Than Tree-wavings - Many Of Them Not So Much.