Henry Ward Beecher Quotes

Nature is goodness crystallized.

White Pond and Walden are great crystals on the surface of the earth, Lakes of Light.... They are too pure to have a market value;they contain no muck. How much more beautiful than our lives, how much more transparent than our characters are they! We never learned meanness of them.

I admire natural, untouched beauty.

The Amen of nature is always a flower.

Once in those very early days my brother brought into the nursery the lid of a biscuit tin which he had covered with moss and garnished with twigs and flowers so as to make it a toy garden or a toy forest. That was the first beauty I ever knew. What the real garden had failed to do, the toy garden did. It made me aware of nature-not, indeed, as a storehouse of forms and colors but as something cool, dewy, fresh, exuberant....As long as I live my imagination of Paradise will retain something of my brother's toy garden.

O flower-de-luce, bloom on, and let the river Linger to kiss thy feet! O flower of song, bloom on, and make forever The world more fair and sweet.

Fresh spring! / The world is only Nine days old - / These fields and mountains!

The nakedness of woman is the work of God.

They are not callow like the young of most birds, but more perfectly developed and precocious even than chickens. The remarkably adult yet innocent expression of their open and serene eyes is very memorable. All intelligence seems reflected in them. They suggest not merely the purity of infancy, but a wisdom clarified by experience. Such an eye was not born when the bird was, but is coeval with the sky it reflects. The woods do not yield another such a gem.

Yon rosebuds in the morning-dew, how pure amang the leaves sae green!

The beauty of that June day was almost staggering. After the wet spring, everything that could turn green had outdone itself in greenness and everything that could even dream of blooming or blossoming was in bloom and blossom. The sunlight was a benediction. The breezes were so caressingly soft and intimate on the skin as to be embarrassing.

How much better when the whole land is a garden, and the people have grown up in the bowers of a paradise.

Nature is what we see - the hill, the afternoon, squirrel, eclipse, the bumblebee. Nay, nature is heaven. Nature is what we hear...

What is a garden if not a miniaturization and celebration, of the place we are in, the universe?

Almost every person, from childhood, has been touched by the untamed beauty of wildflowers.

Nature has thrown a veil of modest beauty over maidenhood and moss-roses.

Love lives with Nature, not with lust. Go find her in the flowers.

I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills When all at once I saw a crowd A host of golden daffodils Beside the lake beneath the trees Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Most gladly would I give the blood-stained laurel for the first violet which March brings us, the fragrant pledge of the new-fledged year.

A comely sight indeed it is to see, a world of blossoms on an apple tree.

When you can see the beauty of a tree, then you will know what love is.

The peace and beauty of a spring day had descended upon the earth like a benediction.

I think flowers are very beautiful things. Very nice and innocent things. They don't harm anybody.