When one tugs at a single thing in nature, he finds it attached to the rest of the world.

When one tugs at a single thing in nature, he finds it attached to the rest of the world.

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.

In nature there are neither rewards nor punishments; there are consequences.

In nature there are neither rewards nor punishments; there are consequences.

I've made an odd discovery. Every time I talk to a savant I feel quite sure that happiness is no read more

I've made an odd discovery. Every time I talk to a savant I feel quite sure that happiness is no longer a possibility. Yet when I talk with my gardener, I'm convinced of the opposite.

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.

Man is a blind, witless, low brow, anthropocentric clod who inflicts lesions upon the earth.

Man is a blind, witless, low brow, anthropocentric clod who inflicts lesions upon the earth.

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.

Now nature is not at variance with art, nor art with nature; they
being both the servants of his read more

Now nature is not at variance with art, nor art with nature; they
being both the servants of his providence. Art is the perfection
of nature. Were the world now as it was the sixth day, there
were yet a chaos. Nature hath made one world, and art another.
In brief, all things are artificial; for nature is the art of
God.

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.