Let’s take our hearts for a walk in the woods and listen to the magic whispers of old trees. – Author Unknown

A tree which has lost its head will never recover it again, and will survive only as a monument of the ignorance and folly of its Tormentor. – George William Curtis

Exhalation of moss, mycelium, black mould; wafted savor of a thousand earthly growths, damp, clinging, redolent; aroma of mighty roots, of invisible spawn and seed—all the vast stirring of the earth’s desire. – Virginia Garland, “The Rain,” Out West: A Magazine of the Old Pacifi

But these trees are derelicts—throwing out a wisp of foliage here and there, a truce to death, with each returning spring. – Julia Ellen Rogers, “The Big Tree and the Redwood,” The Tree Book: A