Arbor Day Quotes and sayings
I frequently tramped eight or ten miles through the deepest snow to keep an appointment with a beech-tree, or a yellow birch, or an old acquaintance among the pines.
If a man walks in the woods for love of them half of each day, he is in danger of being regarded as a loafer. But if he spends his days as a speculator, shearing off those woods and making the earth bald before her time, he is deemed an industrious and enterprising citizen.
God has cared for these trees, saved them from drought, disease, avalanches, and a thousand tempests and floods. But he cannot save them from fools.
The best time to plant a tree was 20 years ago. The next best time is now.
You can live for years next door to a big pine tree, honored to have so venerable a neighbor, even when it sheds needles all over your flowers or wakes you, dropping big cones onto your deck at still of night.
I never saw a discontented tree. They grip the ground as though they liked it, and though fast rooted they travel about as far as we do. They go wandering forth in all directions with every wind, going and coming like ourselves, traveling with us around the sun two million miles a day, and through space heaven knows how fast and far!
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.
Except during the nine months before he draws his first breath, no man manages his affairs as well as a tree does.
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.
Trees are poems that earth writes upon the sky,
We fell them down and turn them into paper,
That we may record our emptiness.
Trees are the earth’s endless effort to speak to the listening heaven.
The true meaning of life is to plant trees, under whose shade you do not expect to sit.
It is well that you should celebrate your Arbor Day thoughtfully, for within your lifetime the nation’s need of trees will become serious. We of an older generation can get along with what we have, though with growing hardship; but in your full manhood and womanhood you will want what nature once so bountifully supplied and man so thoughtlessly destroyed; and because of that want you will reproach us, not for what we have used, but for what we have wasted.
Between every two pines is a doorway to a new world.
Suburbia is where the developer bulldozes out the trees, then names the streets after them.
If you would know strength and patience, welcome the company of trees.
I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.
A tree whose hungry mouth is pressed
Against the earth’s sweet flowing breast;
A tree that looks at God all day
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;
A tree that may in summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;
Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.
Poems are written by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.
Only when the last tree has died and the last river been poisoned and the last fish been caught will we realise we cannot eat money.
The best part of happiness is the pines.
Trees outstrip most people in the extent and depth of their work for the public good.
If I thought I was going to die tomorrow, I should nevertheless plant a tree today.
Happiness is a bowl of cherries and a book of poetry under a shade tree. 