The temple bell stops but I still hear the sound coming out of the flowers.

The temple bell stops but I still hear the sound coming out of the flowers.

Each is like a river that leaves behind its name and shape, the whole course of its path, to vanish read more

Each is like a river that leaves behind its name and shape, the whole course of its path, to vanish into the vast sea of God.

Nature is full of infinite causes that have never occurred in experience.

Nature is full of infinite causes that have never occurred in experience.

When one tugs at a single thing in nature, he finds it attached to the rest of the world.

When one tugs at a single thing in nature, he finds it attached to the rest of the world.

There is not a sprig of grass that shoots uninteresting to me.

There is not a sprig of grass that shoots uninteresting to me.

Sentimentality about nature denatures everything it touches.

Sentimentality about nature denatures everything it touches.

The search for truth is in one way hard and in another way easy, for it is evident that no read more

The search for truth is in one way hard and in another way easy, for it is evident that no one can master it fully or miss it wholly. But each adds a little to our knowledge of nature, and from all the facts assembled there arises a certain grandeur.

By nature we have no defect that could not become a strength, no strength that could not become a defect

By nature we have no defect that could not become a strength, no strength that could not become a defect

Poetry is a rich, full-bodied whistle, cracked ice crunching in pails, the night that numbs the leaf, the duel of read more

Poetry is a rich, full-bodied whistle, cracked ice crunching in pails, the night that numbs the leaf, the duel of two nightingales, the sweet pea that has run wild, Creation's tears in shoulder blades.