Between every two pines is a doorway to a new world.
If we lose the forests, we lose our only teachers.
The trees will tell their secrets to those that tune in.
But I’ll tell you what hermits realize. If you go off into a far, far forest and get very quiet, you’ll come to understand that you’re connected with everything.
If you go to a desert, you will hear this mysterious voice: Be wise, protect your forests!
Forests are like churches, hallowed places. There’s a stillness about them, a sort of reverence.
Knowing trees, I understand the meaning of patience. Knowing grass, I can appreciate persistence.
Gold is a luxury. Trees are necessities. Man can live and thrive without gold, but we cannot survive without trees.
A grove of giant redwoods or sequoias should be kept just as we keep a great or beautiful cathedral.
And into the forest I go to lose my mind and find my soul.