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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If nature were not beautiful, it would not be worth knowing, and if nature were not worth knowing, life would read more
If nature were not beautiful, it would not be worth knowing, and if nature were not worth knowing, life would not be worth living
For myself I hold no preferences among flowers, so long as they are wild, free, spontaneous. Bricks to all greenhouses! read more
For myself I hold no preferences among flowers, so long as they are wild, free, spontaneous. Bricks to all greenhouses! Black thumb and cutworm to the potted plant!
Ocean: A body of water occupying about two-thirds of a world made for man - who has no gills.
Ocean: A body of water occupying about two-thirds of a world made for man - who has no gills.
Keep your love of nature, for that is the true way to understand art more and more.
Keep your love of nature, for that is the true way to understand art more and more.
Nature, like man, sometimes weeps from gladness.
Nature, like man, sometimes weeps from gladness.
See one promontory (said Socrates of old) one mountain, one sea,
one river, and see all.
See one promontory (said Socrates of old) one mountain, one sea,
one river, and see all.
Everything is the product of one universal creative effort. There is nothing dead in Nature.
Everything is the product of one universal creative effort. There is nothing dead in Nature.
I am a part of all you see
In Nature: part of all you feel:
I am read more
I am a part of all you see
In Nature: part of all you feel:
I am the impact of the bee
Upon the blossom; in the tree
I am the sap--that shall reveal
The leaf, the bloom--that flows and flutes
Up from the darkness through its roots.
To him who in the love of Nature holds
Communion with her visible forms, she speaks
A read more
To him who in the love of Nature holds
Communion with her visible forms, she speaks
A various language.
