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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.
The coconut trees, lithe and graceful, crowd the beach like a minuet of slender elderly virgins adopting flippant poses.
The coconut trees, lithe and graceful, crowd the beach like a minuet of slender elderly virgins adopting flippant poses.
Rain! whose soft architectural hands have power to cut stones, and chisel to shapes of grandeur the very mountains.
Rain! whose soft architectural hands have power to cut stones, and chisel to shapes of grandeur the very mountains.
It's hard for the modern generation to understand Thoreau, who lived beside a pond but didn't own water skis or read more
It's hard for the modern generation to understand Thoreau, who lived beside a pond but didn't own water skis or a snorkel.
The magnificence of mountains, the serenity of nature - nothing is safe from the idiot marks of man's passing.
The magnificence of mountains, the serenity of nature - nothing is safe from the idiot marks of man's passing.
One of the most tragic things I know about human nature is that all of us tend to put off read more
One of the most tragic things I know about human nature is that all of us tend to put off living. We are all dreaming of some magical rose garden over the horizon instead of enjoying the roses that are blooming outside our windows today.
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.
The search for truth is in one way hard and in another way easy, for it is evident that no read more
The search for truth is in one way hard and in another way easy, for it is evident that no one can master it fully or miss it wholly. But each adds a little to our knowledge of nature, and from all the facts assembled there arises a certain grandeur.
Not without art, but yet to Nature true.
Not without art, but yet to Nature true.