The poetry of the earth is never dead.

The poetry of the earth is never dead.

Lightning is the shorthand of a storm, and tells of chaos.

Lightning is the shorthand of a storm, and tells of chaos.

Whether man is disposed to yield to nature or to oppose her, he cannot do without a correct understanding of read more

Whether man is disposed to yield to nature or to oppose her, he cannot do without a correct understanding of her language.

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.

Go forth under the open sky, and list
To Nature's teachings.

Go forth under the open sky, and list
To Nature's teachings.

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.

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.

All argument will vanish before one touch of nature.

All argument will vanish before one touch of nature.

Aim for the stars and you'll make it to the moon. Aim for the moon and you'll never make it read more

Aim for the stars and you'll make it to the moon. Aim for the moon and you'll never make it through the atmosphere.