Lightning is the shorthand of a storm, and tells of chaos.

Lightning is the shorthand of a storm, and tells of chaos.

I still get wildly enthusiastic about little things... I play with leaves. I skip down the street and run against read more

I still get wildly enthusiastic about little things... I play with leaves. I skip down the street and run against the wind.

Birds sing after a storm; why shouldn't people feel as free to delight in whatever remains to them?

Birds sing after a storm; why shouldn't people feel as free to delight in whatever remains to them?

Flowers are the sweetest things that God ever made and forgot to put a soul into

Flowers are the sweetest things that God ever made and forgot to put a soul into

Nature encourages no looseness, pardons no errors.

Nature encourages no looseness, pardons no errors.

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.

Nothing makes me so happy as to observe nature and to paint what I see.

Nothing makes me so happy as to observe nature and to paint what I see.

Trees are the earth's endless effort to speak to the listening heaven.

Trees are the earth's endless effort to speak to the listening heaven.

Nature, exerting an unwearied power,
Forms, opens, and gives scent to every flower;
Spreads the fresh verdure read more

Nature, exerting an unwearied power,
Forms, opens, and gives scent to every flower;
Spreads the fresh verdure of the field, and leads
The dancing Naiads through the dewy meads.