Lonely as a cloud

“I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o’er vales and hills
When all at once I saw a crowd
A host of golden daffodils
Beside the lake beneath the trees
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.”

William Wordsworth

I chose the forest path

“There, I believed, lay the greatest secrets of the past yet preserved in our world of today. I had come to the turn of the road and for better or worse I chose the forest path”

Percy Harrison Fawcett

Claim upon men’s hearts

It is not so much for its beauty that the forest makes a claim upon men’s hearts, as for that subtle something, that quality of air that emanation from old trees, that so wonderfully changes and renews a weary spirit.”

Robert Louis Stevenson