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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Rain! whose soft architectural hands have power to cut stones, and chisel to shapes of grandeur the very mountains.
Rain! whose soft architectural hands have power to cut stones, and chisel to shapes of grandeur the very mountains.
Nature is wont to hide herself.
Nature is wont to hide herself.
What is art? Nature concentrated.
What is art? Nature concentrated.
There is nothing in a caterpillar that tells you it's going to be a butterfly.
There is nothing in a caterpillar that tells you it's going to be a butterfly.
He got a corporation mind. He doesn't believe in nature; he puts his trust and distrust in man.
He got a corporation mind. He doesn't believe in nature; he puts his trust and distrust in man.
I never saw a discontented tree. They grip the ground as though they liked it, and though fast rooted they read more
I never saw a discontented tree. They grip the ground as though they liked it, and though fast rooted they travel about as far as we do.
It is not so much for its beauty that the forest makes a claim upon men's hearts, as for that read more
It is not so much for its beauty that the forest makes a claim upon men's hearts, as for that subtle something, that quality of air that emanation from old trees, that so wonderfully changes and renews a weary spirit.
The only thing that ever sat its way to success was a hen.
The only thing that ever sat its way to success was a hen.
