Summer makes me drowsy. Autumn makes me sing. Winter's pretty lousy, but I hate Spring.

Summer makes me drowsy. Autumn makes me sing. Winter's pretty lousy, but I hate Spring.

Were I called on to define, very briefly, the term art, I should call it "the Reproduction of what the read more

Were I called on to define, very briefly, the term art, I should call it "the Reproduction of what the senses perceive in nature through the veil of the mist

[T]reat Nature by the sphere, the cylinder and the cone. . . .

[T]reat Nature by the sphere, the cylinder and the cone. . . .

To be interested in the changing seasons is a happier state of mind than to be hopelessly in love with read more

To be interested in the changing seasons is a happier state of mind than to be hopelessly in love with spring.

Nature abhors annihilation.
[Lat., Ab interitu naturam abhorrere.]

Nature abhors annihilation.
[Lat., Ab interitu naturam abhorrere.]

In a pond koi can reach lengths of eighteen inches. Amazingly, when placed in a lake, koi can grow to read more

In a pond koi can reach lengths of eighteen inches. Amazingly, when placed in a lake, koi can grow to three feet long. The metaphor is obvious. You are limited by how you see the world.

The only thing that ever sat its way to success was a hen.

The only thing that ever sat its way to success was a hen.

In nature, nothing is perfect and everything is perfect. Trees can be contorted, bent in weird ways, and they're still read more

In nature, nothing is perfect and everything is perfect. Trees can be contorted, bent in weird ways, and they're still beautiful.

Shuddering under the autumn stars, each year, the head sinks lower and lower.

Shuddering under the autumn stars, each year, the head sinks lower and lower.