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What humbugs we are, who pretend to live for Beauty, and never see the Dawn!
What humbugs we are, who pretend to live for Beauty, and never see the Dawn!
Kites rise highest against the wind - not with it.
Kites rise highest against the wind - not with it.
I love little children too but I don't cut off
their heads and stick them in vases.
http://www.egroups.com/messages/nomow108/1.
I love little children too but I don't cut off
their heads and stick them in vases.
http://www.egroups.com/messages/nomow108/1.
There is a muscular energy in sunlight corresponding to the spiritual energy of wind.
There is a muscular energy in sunlight corresponding to the spiritual energy of wind.
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.
Except during the nine months before he draws his first breath, no man manages his affairs as well as a read more
Except during the nine months before he draws his first breath, no man manages his affairs as well as a tree does.
Now nature is not at variance with art, nor art with nature; they
being both the servants of his read more
Now nature is not at variance with art, nor art with nature; they
being both the servants of his providence. Art is the perfection
of nature. Were the world now as it was the sixth day, there
were yet a chaos. Nature hath made one world, and art another.
In brief, all things are artificial; for nature is the art of
God.
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 still get wildly enthusiastic about little things... I play with leaves. I skip down the street and run against read more
I still get wildly enthusiastic about little things... I play with leaves. I skip down the street and run against the wind.
