Quote by Martin Luther
For in the true nature of things, if we rightly consider, every gr

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. – Martin Luther

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Be a sinner and sin strongly, but more strongly have faith and rejoice in Christ. – Martin Luther

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Except during the nine months before he draws his first breath, no man manages his affairs as well as a tree does. – George Bernard Shaw, Maxims for Revolutionists, 1903

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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. – Henry David Thoreau

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The best time to plant a tree was 20 years ago. The next best time is now. – Chinese Proverb

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Trees outstrip most people in the extent and depth of their work for the public good. – Sara Ebenreck, American Forests

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