Quotes on trees
No town can fail of beauty, though its walks were gutters and its houses hovels, if venerable trees make magnificent colonnades along its streets.
Beecher, Henry Ward
Save a tree. Eat a beaver.
Unknown, Author
For in the true nature of things, if we rightly consider, every green tree is far more glorious than if it were made of gold and silver.
Luther, Martin
Trees are much like human beings and enjoy each other's company. Only a few love to be alone.
Jensen, Jens
Death is a low chemical trick played on everybody except sequoia trees.
Furnas, J.J.
Of all the wonders of nature, a tree in summer is perhaps the most remarkable; with the possible exception of a moose singing "Embraceable You" in spats.
Allen, Woody
Newspapers: dead trees with information smeared on them.
Horizon
As the poet said, "Only God can make a tree" - probably because it's so hard to figure out how to get the bark on.
Allen, Woody
The tree is more than first a seed, then a stem, then a living trunk, and then dead timber. The tree is a slow, enduring force straining to win the sky.
Saint-Exupéry, Antoine de
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.
Muir, John
Suburbia is where the developer bulldozes out the trees, then names the streets after them.
Vaughan, Bill
Look at the trees, look at the birds, look at the clouds, look at the stars... and if you have eyes you will be able to see that the whole existence is joyful. Everything is simply happy. Trees are happy for no reason; they are not going to become prime ministers or presidents and they are not going to become rich and they will never have any bank balance. Look at the flowers - for no reason. It is simply unbelievable how happy flowers are.
Osho
Happiness is sharing a bowl of cherries and a book of poetry with a shade tree. He doesn't eat much and doesn't read much, but listens well and is a most gracious host.
Alauda, Astrid
A few minutes ago every tree was excited, bowing to the roaring storm, waving, swirling, tossing their branches in glorious enthusiasm like worship. But though to the outer ear these trees are now silent, their songs never cease. Every hidden cell is throbbing with music and life, every fiber thrilling like harp strings, while incense is ever flowing from the balsam bells and leaves. No wonder the hills and groves were God's first temples, and the more they are cut down and hewn into cathedrals and churches, the farther off and dimmer seems the Lord himself.
Muir, John