That man's best works should be such bungling imitations of Nature's infinite perfection, matters not much; but that he should make himself an imitation, this is the fact which Nature moans over, and deprecates beseechingly. Be spontaneous, be truthful, be free, and thus be individuals! is the song she sings through warbling birds, and whispering pines, and roaring waves, and screeching winds.
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I only went out for a walk and finally concluded to stay out till sundown, for going out, I found, was really going in.
A person cannot love a plant after he has pruned it, then he has either done a poor job or read more
A person cannot love a plant after he has pruned it, then he has either done a poor job or is devoid of emotion.
Whether man is disposed to yield to nature or to oppose her, he cannot do without a correct understanding of read more
Whether man is disposed to yield to nature or to oppose her, he cannot do without a correct understanding of her language.
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!
Use what talent you possess-the woods would be very silent if no birds sang except those that sang best.
Use what talent you possess-the woods would be very silent if no birds sang except those that sang best.
That's the nature of women not to love when we love them, and to love when we love them not.
That's the nature of women not to love when we love them, and to love when we love them not.
Sentimentality about nature denatures everything it touches.
Sentimentality about nature denatures everything it touches.
How long can men thrive between walls of brick, walking on asphalt pavements, breathing the fumes of coal and of read more
How long can men thrive between walls of brick, walking on asphalt pavements, breathing the fumes of coal and of oil, growing, working, dying, with hardly a thought of wind, and sky, and fields of grain, seeing only machine-made beauty, the mineral-like quality of life?
Man must go back to nature for information.
Man must go back to nature for information.
