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

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

January grey is here,
Like a sexton by her grave;
February bears the bier,
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January grey is here,
Like a sexton by her grave;
February bears the bier,
March with grief doth howl and rave,
And April weeps--but, O ye hours!
Follow with May's fairest flowers.

When a man wantonly destroys one of the works of man we call him a vandal. When he destroys one read more

When a man wantonly destroys one of the works of man we call him a vandal. When he destroys one of the works of God we call him a sportsman.

We need to find God, and he cannot be found in noise and restlessness. God is the friend of silence. read more

We need to find God, and he cannot be found in noise and restlessness. God is the friend of silence. See how nature - trees, flowers, grass - grows in silence; see the stars, the moon and the sun, how they move in silence... We need silence to be able to touch souls.

It's hard for the modern generation to understand Thoreau, who lived beside a pond but didn't own water skis or read more

It's hard for the modern generation to understand Thoreau, who lived beside a pond but didn't own water skis or a snorkel.

[T]reat Nature by the sphere, the cylinder and the cone. . . .

[T]reat Nature by the sphere, the cylinder and the cone. . . .

A man is related to all nature.

A man is related to all nature.

There are mystically in our faces certain characters which carry in them the motto of our souls, wherin he that read more

There are mystically in our faces certain characters which carry in them the motto of our souls, wherin he that cannot read A, B, C may read our natures.

There is no forgiveness in nature.

There is no forgiveness in nature.