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Rain! whose soft architectural hands have power to cut stones, and chisel to shapes of grandeur the very mountains.
Rain! whose soft architectural hands have power to cut stones, and chisel to shapes of grandeur the very mountains.
The actuality of all of material Nature is therefore kept out of action and that of all corporeality along with read more
The actuality of all of material Nature is therefore kept out of action and that of all corporeality along with it, including the actuality of my body, the body of the cognizing subject.
It was one of those perfect English autumnal days which occur more frequently in memory than in life.
It was one of those perfect English autumnal days which occur more frequently in memory than in life.
As you sit on the hillside, or lie prone under the trees of the forest, or sprawl wet-legged by a read more
As you sit on the hillside, or lie prone under the trees of the forest, or sprawl wet-legged by a mountain stream, the great door, that does not look like a door, opens.
Nature has given man one tongue, but two ears, that we may hear twice as much as we speak
Nature has given man one tongue, but two ears, that we may hear twice as much as we speak
Yosemite Valley, to me, is always a sunrise, a glitter of green and golden wonder in a vast edifice of read more
Yosemite Valley, to me, is always a sunrise, a glitter of green and golden wonder in a vast edifice of stone and space.
In some mysterious way woods have never seemed to me to be static things. In physical terms, I move through read more
In some mysterious way woods have never seemed to me to be static things. In physical terms, I move through them; yet in metaphysical ones, they seem to move through me.
Ah, summer, what power you have to make us suffer and like it.
Ah, summer, what power you have to make us suffer and like it.
