Quotes About Harmony

Come, knit hands, and beat the ground,In a light fantastic round.

Liquid lapse of murmuring streams.

Love-quarrels oft in pleasing concord end;Not wedlock-treachery.

No war, or battle's soundWas heard the world around.The idle spear and shield were high up hung.

Accuse not Nature, she hath done her part;Do thou but thine.

God doesn't need to come down upon a mountain, for the mountain itself is the revelation. We only have to look at it and we will know how we should live.

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

How hard to realize that every camp of men or beast has its glorious starry firmament for a roof. In such places, standing alone on the mountaintop, it is easy to realize that whatever special nests we make -- leaves and moss like the marmots and the birds, or tents or piled stone -- we all dwell in a house of one room -- the world with the firmament for its roof -- are all sailing the celestial spaces without leaving any track.

Nature is ever at work building and pulling down, creating and destroying, keeping everything whirling and flowing, allowing no rest but in rhythmical motion, chasing everything in endless song out of one beautiful form into another.

Like most other things not apparently useful to man, it has few friends, and the blind question "Why was it made?' goes on and on, with never a guess that first of all it might have been made for itself.

The gross heathenism of civilization has generally destroyed nature, and poetry, and all that is spiritual.

Take a course in good water and air and in the eternal youth of Nature you may renew your own. Go quietly, alone no harm will befall you.

We all travel the milky way together, trees and men... trees are travellers, in the ordinary sense. They make journeys, not very extensive ones, it is true: but our own little comes and goes are only little more than tree-wavings - many of them not so much.

[We] live with our heels as well as head and most of our pleasure comes in that way.

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

When one tugs at a single thing in nature, he finds it attached to the rest of the world.

In every walk with Nature one receives far more than he seeks.

As long as I live, I'll hear waterfalls and birds and winds sing. I'll interpret the rocks, learn the language of flood, storm, and the avalanche. I'll acquaint myself with the glaciers and wild gardens, and get as near the heart of the world as I can".

This grand show is eternal. It is always sunrise somewhere; the dew is never all dried at once; a shower is forever falling; vapor is ever rising. Eternal sunrise, eternal sunset, eternal dawn and gloaming, on sea and continents and islands, each in its turn, as the round earth rolls.

Another glorious Sierra day in which one seems to be dissolved and absorbed and sent pulsing onward we know not where. Life seems neither long nor short, and we take no more heed to save time or make haste than do the trees and stars. This is true freedom, a good practical sort of immortality.

The sun shines not on us but in us. The rivers flow not past, but through us. Thrilling, tingling, vibrating every fiber and cell of the substance of our bodies, making them glide and sing. The trees wave and the flowers bloom in our bodies as well as our souls, and every bird song, wind song, and tremendous storm song of the rocks in the heart of the mountains is our song, our very own, and sings our love.

Going to the woods is going home.

Another glorious day, the air as delicious to the lungs as nectar to the tongue.

The Best for the Group comes when everyone in the group does what's best for himself AND the group.