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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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.
For I have learned to look on nature, not as in the hour of thoughtless youth, but hearing oftentimes the read more
For I have learned to look on nature, not as in the hour of thoughtless youth, but hearing oftentimes the still, sad music of humanity.
The actuality of all of material Nature is therefore kept out of action and that of all corporeality along with read more
The actuality of all of material Nature is therefore kept out of action and that of all corporeality along with it, including the actuality of my body, the body of the cognizing subject.
The Sun, Moon and Stars are there to guide us.
The Sun, Moon and Stars are there to guide us.
There are no grotesques in nature; not anything framed to fill up
empty cantons, and unnecessary spaces.
There are no grotesques in nature; not anything framed to fill up
empty cantons, and unnecessary spaces.
Nature is full of genius, full of the divinity; so that not a snowflake escapes its fashioning hand.
Nature is full of genius, full of the divinity; so that not a snowflake escapes its fashioning hand.
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.
What is tolerance? -- it is the consequence of humanity. We are all formed of frailty and error; let us read more
What is tolerance? -- it is the consequence of humanity. We are all formed of frailty and error; let us pardon reciprocally each other's folly -- that is the first law of nature.
Whenever the pressure of our complex city life thins my blood and numbs my brain, I seek relief in the read more
Whenever the pressure of our complex city life thins my blood and numbs my brain, I seek relief in the trail; and when I hear the coyote wailing to the yellow dawn, my cares fall from me - I am happy.
