Nature's great law, and law of all men's minds?--
To its own impulse every creature stirs;
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Nature's great law, and law of all men's minds?--
To its own impulse every creature stirs;
Live by thy light, and earth will live by hers!

It is not so much for its beauty that the forest makes a claim upon men's hearts, as for that read more

It is not so much for its beauty that the forest makes a claim upon men's hearts, as for that subtle something, that quality of air that emanation from old trees, that so wonderfully changes and renews a weary spirit.

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.

All finite things reveal infinitude: The mountain withi its singular bright shade Like the blue shine on freshly frozen snow, read more

All finite things reveal infinitude: The mountain withi its singular bright shade Like the blue shine on freshly frozen snow, The after-light upon ice-burdened pines; Odor of basswood upon a mountain slope, A scene beloved of bees; Silence of water above a sunken tree: The pure serene of memory of one man,-- A ripple widening from a single stone Winding around the waters of the world.

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.

Nature is not human hearted.

Nature is not human hearted.

Man is a complex being; he makes the deserts bloom and lakes die.

Man is a complex being; he makes the deserts bloom and lakes die.

We have nowhere else to go... this is all we have.

We have nowhere else to go... this is all we have.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society, where read more

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society, where none intrudes. By the deep sea, and music in its roars; I love not man the less, but nature more.