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That man's best works should be such bungling imitations of Nature's infinite perfection, matters not much; but that he should read more
That man's best works should be such bungling imitations of Nature's infinite perfection, matters not much; but that he should make himself an imitation, this is the fact which Nature moans over, and deprecates beseechingly. Be spontaneous, be truthful, be free, and thus be individuals! is the song she sings through warbling birds, and whispering pines, and roaring waves, and screeching winds.
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.
When chill November's surly blast make fields and forest bare.
When chill November's surly blast make fields and forest bare.
Reading about nature is fine, but if a person walks in the woods and listens carefully, he can learn more read more
Reading about nature is fine, but if a person walks in the woods and listens carefully, he can learn more than what is in books, for they speak with the voice of God.
Mistakes are almost always of a sacred nature. Never try to correct them. On the contrary: rationalize them, understand them read more
Mistakes are almost always of a sacred nature. Never try to correct them. On the contrary: rationalize them, understand them thoroughly. After that, it will be possible for you to sublimate them.
It isn't pollution that's harming the environment. It's the impurities in our air and water that are doing it.
It isn't pollution that's harming the environment. It's the impurities in our air and water that are doing it.
How long can men thrive between walls of brick, walking on asphalt pavements, breathing the fumes of coal and of read more
How long can men thrive between walls of brick, walking on asphalt pavements, breathing the fumes of coal and of oil, growing, working, dying, with hardly a thought of wind, and sky, and fields of grain, seeing only machine-made beauty, the mineral-like quality of life?
Shuddering under the autumn stars, each year, the head sinks lower and lower.
Shuddering under the autumn stars, each year, the head sinks lower and lower.
Nature is too thin a screen; the glory of the omnipresent God bursts through everywhere
Nature is too thin a screen; the glory of the omnipresent God bursts through everywhere