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.

The sun, with all those planets revolving around it and dependent on it, can still ripen a bunch of grapes read more

The sun, with all those planets revolving around it and dependent on it, can still ripen a bunch of grapes as if it had nothing else in the universe to do.

Spring shows what God can do with a drab and dirty world.

Spring shows what God can do with a drab and dirty world.

You can't be suspicious of a tree, or accuse a bird or a squirrel of subversion or challenge the ideology read more

You can't be suspicious of a tree, or accuse a bird or a squirrel of subversion or challenge the ideology of a violet.

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.

Use what talent you possess-the woods would be very silent if no birds sang except those that sang best.

Use what talent you possess-the woods would be very silent if no birds sang except those that sang best.

Break open a cherry tree and there are no flowers, but the spring breeze brings forth myriad blossoms.

Break open a cherry tree and there are no flowers, but the spring breeze brings forth myriad blossoms.

Rest is not idleness, and to lie sometimes on the grass under trees on a summer's day, listening to the read more

Rest is not idleness, and to lie sometimes on the grass under trees on a summer's day, listening to the murmur of the water, or watching the clouds float across the sky, is by no means a waste of time.

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.]