Life has loveliness to sell, all beautiful and splendid things, blue waves whitened on a cliff, soaring fire that sways read more

Life has loveliness to sell, all beautiful and splendid things, blue waves whitened on a cliff, soaring fire that sways and sings, and children's faces looking up, holding wonder like a cup.

Millions of stars blazed in darkness, and on the far shore a few lights burned in cottages. Otherwise there was read more

Millions of stars blazed in darkness, and on the far shore a few lights burned in cottages. Otherwise there was no reminder of human life.

He who has so little knowledge of human nature as to seek happiness by changing anything but his own disposition read more

He who has so little knowledge of human nature as to seek happiness by changing anything but his own disposition will waste his life away in fruitless efforts.

I walk without flinching through the burning cathedral of the summer. My bank of wild grass is majestic and full read more

I walk without flinching through the burning cathedral of the summer. My bank of wild grass is majestic and full of music. It is a fire that solitude presses against my lips.

Art is man's nature: Nature is God's art.

Art is man's nature: Nature is God's art.

See one promontory (said Socrates of old) one mountain, one sea,
one river, and see all.

See one promontory (said Socrates of old) one mountain, one sea,
one river, and see all.

Nature uses as little as possible of anything.

Nature uses as little as possible of anything.

Never measure the height of a mountain until you have reached the top. Then you will see how low it read more

Never measure the height of a mountain until you have reached the top. Then you will see how low it was.

Now nature is not at variance with art, nor art with nature; they
being both the servants of his read more

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.