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The trouble with weather forecasting is that it's right too often for us to ignore it and wrong too often read more
The trouble with weather forecasting is that it's right too often for us to ignore it and wrong too often for us to rely on it.
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.
Words, like nature, half reveal and half conceal the soul within.
Words, like nature, half reveal and half conceal the soul within.
We do not see nature with our eyes, but with our understandings and our hearts.
We do not see nature with our eyes, but with our understandings and our hearts.
One touch of nature makes the whole world kin.
One touch of nature makes the whole world kin.
There are no grotesques in nature; not anything framed to fill up
empty cantons, and unnecessary spaces.
There are no grotesques in nature; not anything framed to fill up
empty cantons, and unnecessary spaces.
The mind, in proportion as it is cut off from free communication with nature, with revelation, with God, with itself, read more
The mind, in proportion as it is cut off from free communication with nature, with revelation, with God, with itself, loses its life, just as the body droops when debarred from the air and the cheering light from heaven.
A garden requires patient labor and attention. Plants do not grow merely to satisfy ambitions or to fulfill good intentions. read more
A garden requires patient labor and attention. Plants do not grow merely to satisfy ambitions or to fulfill good intentions. They thrive because someone expended effort on them.rn
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.