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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Reading about nature is fine, but if a person walks in the woods and listens carefully, he can learn more read more
Reading about nature is fine, but if a person walks in the woods and listens carefully, he can learn more than what is in books, for they speak with the voice of God.
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
The clearest way into the universe is through a forest wilderness.
The clearest way into the universe is through a forest wilderness.
Go forth under the open sky, and list
To Nature's teachings.
Go forth under the open sky, and list
To Nature's teachings.
I frequently tramped eight or ten miles through the deepest snow to keep an appointment with a beech-tree, or a read more
I frequently tramped eight or ten miles through the deepest snow to keep an appointment with a beech-tree, or a yellow birch, or an old acquaintance among the pines.
Nature encourages no looseness, pardons no errors.
Nature encourages no looseness, pardons no errors.
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.
A few minutes ago every tree was excited, bowing to the roaring storm, waving, swirling, tossing their branches in glorious read more
A few minutes ago every tree was excited, bowing to the roaring storm, waving, swirling, tossing their branches in glorious enthusiasm like worship. But though to the outer ear these trees are now silent, their songs never cease.
Adopted kids are such a pain - you have to teach them how to look like you.
Adopted kids are such a pain - you have to teach them how to look like you.
