What is a weed? I have heard it said that there are sixty definitions. For me, a weed is a plant out of place. Donald C. Peattie More Quotes by Donald C. Peattie More Quotes From Donald C. Peattie The harvest moon has no innocence, like the slim quarter moon of a spring twilight, nor has it the silver penny brilliance of the moon that looks down upon the resorts of summer time. Wise, ripe, and portly, like an old Bacchus, it waxes night after night. Donald C. Peattie wise summer spring Time is not money; time is an opportunity to live before you die. So a man who walks, and lives and sees and thinks as he walks, has lengthened his life. Donald C. Peattie opportunity men thinking Life is a phenomenon sui generis, a primal fact in its own right, like energy. Cut flesh or wood how you like, hack at them in a baffled fury—you cannot find life itself, you can only see what it built out of the lifeless dust. Donald C. Peattie cutting dust flesh As the brain of man is the speck of dust in the universe that thinks, so the leaves—the fern and the needled pine and the latticed frond and the seaweed ribbon—perceive the light in a fundamental and constructive sense. … Their leaves see the light, as my eyes can never do. … They impound its stellar energy, and with that force they make life out of the elements. Donald C. Peattie eye men thinking The last fling of winter is over ... The earth, the soil itself, has a dreaming quality about it. It is warm now to the touch; it has come alive; it hides secrets that in a moment, in a little while, it will tell. Donald C. Peattie dream winter spring No matter how widely you have travelled, you haven't seen the world if you have failed to look into the human hearts that inhabit it. Donald C. Peattie heart looks world I have often started off on a walk in the state called mad-mad in the sense of sore-headed, or mad with tedium or confusion; I have set forth dull, null and even thoroughly discouraged. But I never came back in such a frame of mind, and I never met a human being whose humor was not the better for a walk. Donald C. Peattie mad confusion mind Beauty is excrescence, superabundance, random ebulience, and sheer delightful waste to be enjoyed in its own right. Donald C. Peattie delightful waste beauty After all, time is not money. It is an opportunity to live before you die. Donald C. Peattie all-time dies opportunity All the great naturalists have been habitual walkers, for no laboratory, no book, car, train or plane takes the place of honest footwork for this calling, be it amateur's or professional's. Donald C. Peattie car calling book A thing is either alive or it isn’t; there is nothing that is almost alive. There is but the remotest possibility of the origin of life by spontaneous generation, and every likelihood that Arrhenius is right when he dares to claim that life is a cosmic phenomenon, something that drifts between the spheres, like light, and like light transiently descends upon those fit to receive it. Donald C. Peattie origin-of-life spheres light A word, a smile, and the stranger at your elbow may become an interesting friend. All through life we deny ourselves stimulating fellowship because we are too proud or too afraid to unbend. Donald C. Peattie elbows friendship interesting There are always some of us, not a few, in every generation, who go over wholly to the green flag. It is such a passionless fealty, so reticent a love, that neither do trumpets sound for it nor quarrels arise from it. Only, you will find that those who have pledged allegiance are happy about it in quiet. Donald C. Peattie sound desire love The Grand Canyon is carven deep by the master hand; it is the gulf of silence, widened in the desert; it is all time inscribing the naked rock; it is the book of earth. Donald C. Peattie rocks book hands
