I walk without flinching through the burning cathedral of the summer. My bank of wild grass is majestic and full read more

I walk without flinching through the burning cathedral of the summer. My bank of wild grass is majestic and full of music. It is a fire that solitude presses against my lips.

And this, our life, exempt from public haunt, finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, sermons in stones, read more

And this, our life, exempt from public haunt, finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, sermons in stones, and good in everything.

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

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

The counterfeit and counterpart of Nature is reproduced in art.

The counterfeit and counterpart of Nature is reproduced in art.

Look at us, said the violets blooming at her feet, all last winter we slept in the seeming death but read more

Look at us, said the violets blooming at her feet, all last winter we slept in the seeming death but at the right time God awakened us, and here we are to comfort you.

Nature is an infinite sphere whose center is everywhere and whose circumference is nowhere.

Nature is an infinite sphere whose center is everywhere and whose circumference is nowhere.

I believe in God, only I spell it Nature.

I believe in God, only I spell it Nature.

Nature always tends to act in the simplest way.

Nature always tends to act in the simplest way.

I've made an odd discovery. Every time I talk to a savant I feel quite sure that happiness is no read more

I've made an odd discovery. Every time I talk to a savant I feel quite sure that happiness is no longer a possibility. Yet when I talk with my gardener, I'm convinced of the opposite.