The tree which moves some to tears of joy is in the eyes of others only a green thing that stands in the way. Some see Nature all ridicule and deformity, and some scarce see Nature at all. But to the eyes of the man of imagination, Nature is Imagination itself.
William Blake, 1799, The Letters
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, 1817 - 1862
I like trees because they seem more resigned to the way they have to live than other things do.
Willa Cather (1873-1947)O Pioneers 1913
If trees could scream, would we be so cavalier about cutting them down? We might, if they screamed all the time, for no good reason.
This tree and I have had a tumultuous relationship, but we now understand each other. If it screamed for no good reason, I'd scream right
Chesapeake Bay Woman