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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We have the capacity to receive messages from the stars and the songs of the night winds.
We have the capacity to receive messages from the stars and the songs of the night winds.
I love to think of nature as an unlimited broadcasting station, through which God speaks to us every hour, if read more
I love to think of nature as an unlimited broadcasting station, through which God speaks to us every hour, if we only will tune in.
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.
Got no check books, got no banks. Still I'd like to express my thanks - I got the sun in read more
Got no check books, got no banks. Still I'd like to express my thanks - I got the sun in the mornin' and the moon at night.
A city where everyone seemed to live in a bungalow on a broad avenue lined with palm, pepper or eucalyptus read more
A city where everyone seemed to live in a bungalow on a broad avenue lined with palm, pepper or eucalyptus trees, where there was never any snow.
Nature goes her own way and all that to us seems an exception is really according to order.
Nature goes her own way and all that to us seems an exception is really according to order.
This very moment is a seed from which the flowers of tomorrow's happiness grow.
This very moment is a seed from which the flowers of tomorrow's happiness grow.
Poetry is a rich, full-bodied whistle, cracked ice crunching in pails, the night that numbs the leaf, the duel of read more
Poetry is a rich, full-bodied whistle, cracked ice crunching in pails, the night that numbs the leaf, the duel of two nightingales, the sweet pea that has run wild, Creation's tears in shoulder blades.
I believe a leaf of grass is no less than the journey-work of the stars.
I believe a leaf of grass is no less than the journey-work of the stars.
