Now nature is not at variance with art, nor art with nature; they
being both the servants of his providence. Art is the perfection
of nature. Were the world now as it was the sixth day, there
were yet a chaos. Nature hath made one world, and art another.
In brief, all things are artificial; for nature is the art of
God.
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In the presence of eternity, the mountains are as transient as the clouds.
In the presence of eternity, the mountains are as transient as the clouds.
Art is never finished, only abandoned.
Art is never finished, only abandoned.
All finite things reveal infinitude: The mountain withi its singular bright shade Like the blue shine on freshly frozen snow, read more
All finite things reveal infinitude: The mountain withi its singular bright shade Like the blue shine on freshly frozen snow, The after-light upon ice-burdened pines; Odor of basswood upon a mountain slope, A scene beloved of bees; Silence of water above a sunken tree: The pure serene of memory of one man,-- A ripple widening from a single stone Winding around the waters of the world.
Things perfected by nature are better than those finished by art.
[Lat., Meliora sunt ea quae natura quam illa read more
Things perfected by nature are better than those finished by art.
[Lat., Meliora sunt ea quae natura quam illa quae arte perfecta
sunt.]
Adopted kids are such a pain - you have to teach them how to look like you.
Adopted kids are such a pain - you have to teach them how to look like you.
I only went out for a walk and finally concluded to stay out till sundown, for going out, I found, read more
I only went out for a walk and finally concluded to stay out till sundown, for going out, I found, was really going in.
And how should a beautiful, ignorant stream of water know it heads for an early release - out across the read more
And how should a beautiful, ignorant stream of water know it heads for an early release - out across the desert, running toward the Gulf, below sea level, to murmur its lullaby, and see the Imperial Valley rise out of burning sand with cotton blossoms, wheat, watermelons, roses, how should it know?
By nature we have no defect that could not become a strength, no strength that could not become a defect
By nature we have no defect that could not become a strength, no strength that could not become a defect
One of the most tragic things I know about human nature is that all of us tend to put off read more
One of the most tragic things I know about human nature is that all of us tend to put off living. We are all dreaming of some magical rose garden over the horizon instead of enjoying the roses that are blooming outside our windows today.
