The earth is like a beautiful bride who needs no manmade jewels to heighten her loveliness...

But if you love and must needs have desires, let these be your desires: To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night. To know the pain of too much tenderness. To be wounded by your own understanding of love; And to bleed willingly and joyfully.

Friendship is always a sweet responsibility, never an opportunity.

Let the earth take that which is hers; for I, man, have no end

And forget not that the earth delights to feel your bare feet and the winds long to play with your hair

Trees are poems that the earth writes upon the sky.