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At the close of the day, when the hamlet is still
And mortals the sweets of forgetfulness prove,
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At the close of the day, when the hamlet is still
And mortals the sweets of forgetfulness prove,
When nought but the torrent is heard on the hill
And nought but the nightingale's song in the grove.
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.
I love to think of nature as an unlimited broadcasting station, through which God speaks to us every hour, if read more
I love to think of nature as an unlimited broadcasting station, through which God speaks to us every hour, if we will only tune in.
There is nothing in a caterpillar that tells you it's going to be a butterfly.
There is nothing in a caterpillar that tells you it's going to be a butterfly.
Just living is not enough... One must have sunshine, freedom, and a little flower.
Just living is not enough... One must have sunshine, freedom, and a little flower.
I believe in God, only I spell it Nature.
I believe in God, only I spell it Nature.
For the nature of women is closely allied to art
For the nature of women is closely allied to art
Every creature is better alive than dead, men and moose and pine trees, and he who understands it aright will read more
Every creature is better alive than dead, men and moose and pine trees, and he who understands it aright will rather preserve its life than destroy it.
Whenever the pressure of our complex city life thins my blood and numbs my brain, I seek relief in the read more
Whenever the pressure of our complex city life thins my blood and numbs my brain, I seek relief in the trail; and when I hear the coyote wailing to the yellow dawn, my cares fall from me - I am happy.