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We who revel in nature's diversity and feel instructed by every animal tend to brand Homo sapiens as the greatest read more
We who revel in nature's diversity and feel instructed by every animal tend to brand Homo sapiens as the greatest catastrophe since the Cretaceous extinction.
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
If the path be beautiful, let us not ask where it leads.
If the path be beautiful, let us not ask where it leads.
Except during the nine months before he draws his first breath, no man manages his affairs as well as a read more
Except during the nine months before he draws his first breath, no man manages his affairs as well as a tree does.
What makes a river so restful to people is that it doesn't have any doubt - it is sure to read more
What makes a river so restful to people is that it doesn't have any doubt - it is sure to get where it is going, and it doesn't want to go anywhere else.
Climb the mountains and get their good tidings. Nature's peace will flow into you as sunshine flows into trees. The read more
Climb the mountains and get their good tidings. Nature's peace will flow into you as sunshine flows into trees. The winds will blow their own freshness into you, and the storms their energy, while cares will drop off like autumn leaves.
Keep your love of nature, for that is the true way to understand art more and more.
Keep your love of nature, for that is the true way to understand art more and more.
Birds sing after a storm; why shouldn't people feel as free to delight in whatever remains to them?
Birds sing after a storm; why shouldn't people feel as free to delight in whatever remains to them?
At the close of the day, when the hamlet is still
And mortals the sweets of forgetfulness prove,
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At the close of the day, when the hamlet is still
And mortals the sweets of forgetfulness prove,
When nought but the torrent is heard on the hill
And nought but the nightingale's song in the grove.
