Nature too unkind;
That made no medicine for a troubled mind!

Nature too unkind;
That made no medicine for a troubled mind!

I decided that if I could paint that flower in a huge scale, you could not ignore its beauty.

I decided that if I could paint that flower in a huge scale, you could not ignore its beauty.

As you sit on the hillside, or lie prone under the trees of the forest, or sprawl wet-legged by a read more

As you sit on the hillside, or lie prone under the trees of the forest, or sprawl wet-legged by a mountain stream, the great door, that does not look like a door, opens.

As for evolution, I have a hard time believing that billions of years ago two protozoan bumped into each other read more

As for evolution, I have a hard time believing that billions of years ago two protozoan bumped into each other under a volcanic cesspool and evolved into Cindy Crawford.

Sharks have been swimming the oceans unchallenged for thousands of years; chances are, the species that roams corporate waters will read more

Sharks have been swimming the oceans unchallenged for thousands of years; chances are, the species that roams corporate waters will prove just as hardy.

In some mysterious way woods have never seemed to me to be static things. In physical terms, I move through read more

In some mysterious way woods have never seemed to me to be static things. In physical terms, I move through them; yet in metaphysical ones, they seem to move through me.

At the close of the day, when the hamlet is still
And mortals the sweets of forgetfulness prove,
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At the close of the day, when the hamlet is still
And mortals the sweets of forgetfulness prove,
When nought but the torrent is heard on the hill
And nought but the nightingale's song in the grove.

Forget not that the earth delights to feel your bare feet and the winds long to play with your hair.

Forget not that the earth delights to feel your bare feet and the winds long to play with your hair.

Rest is not idleness, and to lie sometimes on the grass under trees on a summer's day, listening to the read more

Rest is not idleness, and to lie sometimes on the grass under trees on a summer's day, listening to the murmur of the water, or watching the clouds float across the sky, is by no means a waste of time.