| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| f2666f1 | She would be invisible forever to all mortals, save those few who have minds to believe, eyes to see. To these she is ever present, the spirit of Nature--a sprite of the meadow, a naiad of lakes, a nymph of the woods. | Barbara Newhall Follett | ||
| 2a1d266 | one could starve to death on an enviable job -- for mountain wind, for stars among pine trees, or the call of a wood-thrush to his mate. | nature spirituality | Barbara Newhall Follett |