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Nature has given man one tongue, but two ears, that we may hear twice as much as we speak
Nature has given man one tongue, but two ears, that we may hear twice as much as we speak
It's hard for the modern generation to understand Thoreau, who lived beside a pond but didn't own water skis or read more
It's hard for the modern generation to understand Thoreau, who lived beside a pond but didn't own water skis or a snorkel.
Got no check books, got no banks. Still I'd like to express my thanks - I got the sun in read more
Got no check books, got no banks. Still I'd like to express my thanks - I got the sun in the mornin' and the moon at night.
Nature is a collective idea, and, though its essence exist in each individual of the species, can never in its read more
Nature is a collective idea, and, though its essence exist in each individual of the species, can never in its perfection inhabit a single object.
A garden requires patient labor and attention. Plants do not grow merely to satisfy ambitions or to fulfill good intentions. read more
A garden requires patient labor and attention. Plants do not grow merely to satisfy ambitions or to fulfill good intentions. They thrive because someone expended effort on them.rn
Not without art, but yet to Nature true.
Not without art, but yet to Nature true.
Until we end our violence against the earth- a matter ignored by most pacifists, as the issue of military violence read more
Until we end our violence against the earth- a matter ignored by most pacifists, as the issue of military violence is ignored by most conservationists-how can we hope to end our violence against each other? The earth, which we all have in common, is our deepest bond, and our behavior toward it cannot help but be an earnest of our consideration for each other and for our descendants.
Summer makes me drowsy. Autumn makes me sing. Winter's pretty lousy, but I hate Spring.
Summer makes me drowsy. Autumn makes me sing. Winter's pretty lousy, but I hate Spring.
One by one the flowers close,
Lily and dewy rose
Shutting their tender petals from the moon.
One by one the flowers close,
Lily and dewy rose
Shutting their tender petals from the moon.
