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.

Although nature commences with reason and ends in experience it is necessary for us to do the opposite, that is read more

Although nature commences with reason and ends in experience it is necessary for us to do the opposite, that is to commence with experience and from this to proceed to investigate the reason.

Let the rain kiss you. Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops. Let the rain sing read more

Let the rain kiss you. Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops. Let the rain sing you a lullaby.

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.

Mistakes are almost always of a sacred nature. Never try to correct them. On the contrary: rationalize them, understand them read more

Mistakes are almost always of a sacred nature. Never try to correct them. On the contrary: rationalize them, understand them thoroughly. After that, it will be possible for you to sublimate them.

We who revel in nature's diversity and feel instructed by every animal tend to brand Homo sapiens as the greatest read more

We who revel in nature's diversity and feel instructed by every animal tend to brand Homo sapiens as the greatest catastrophe since the Cretaceous extinction.

For 200 years we've been conquering nature. Now we're beating it to death.

For 200 years we've been conquering nature. Now we're beating it to death.

The mind, in proportion as it is cut off from free communication with nature, with revelation, with God, with itself, read more

The mind, in proportion as it is cut off from free communication with nature, with revelation, with God, with itself, loses its life, just as the body droops when debarred from the air and the cheering light from heaven.

Plants are the young of the world, vessels of health and vigor; but they grope ever upward towards consciousness; the read more

Plants are the young of the world, vessels of health and vigor; but they grope ever upward towards consciousness; the trees are imperfect men, and seem to bemoan their imprisonment, rooted in the ground.