Under trees, the urban dweller might restore his troubled soul and find the blessing of a creative pause.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
A stricken tree, a living thing, so beautiful, so dignified, so admirable in its potential longevity, is, next to man, perhaps the most touching of wounded objects.
It is not so much for its beauty that the forest makes a claim upon men's hearts, as for that subtle something, that quality of air that emanation from old trees, that so wonderfully changes and renews a weary spirit.
The wilderness is healing, a therapy for the soul.
An author knows his landscape best; he can stand around, smell the wind, get a feel for his place.
Because of my poor writing posture, I started walking in the forest every day, and I found it a potent place to be creatively. It changed me in that it was a new way of doing my creative process, and I realised how much I liked being among tall trees.
Lord save us all from old age and broken health and a hope tree that has lost the faculty of putting out blossoms.
He plants trees to benefit another generation.
There is a serene and settled majesty to woodland scenery that enters into the soul and delights and elevates it, and fills it with noble inclinations.
Everywhere across whatever sorrows of which our life is woven, some radiant joy will gaily flash past.
A man has made at least a start on discovering the meaning of human life when he plants shade trees under which he knows full well he will never sit.