Now nature is not at variance with art, nor art with nature; they
being both the servants of his read more

Now nature is not at variance with art, nor art with nature; they
being both the servants of his providence. Art is the perfection
of nature. Were the world now as it was the sixth day, there
were yet a chaos. Nature hath made one world, and art another.
In brief, all things are artificial; for nature is the art of
God.

Millions of stars blazed in darkness, and on the far shore a few lights burned in cottages. Otherwise there was read more

Millions of stars blazed in darkness, and on the far shore a few lights burned in cottages. Otherwise there was no reminder of human life.

The clearest way into the universe is through a forest wilderness.

The clearest way into the universe is through a forest wilderness.

Trees are the earth's endless effort to speak to the listening heaven.

Trees are the earth's endless effort to speak to the listening heaven.

I only went out for a walk and finally concluded to stay out till sundown, for going out, I found, read more

I only went out for a walk and finally concluded to stay out till sundown, for going out, I found, was really going in.

It isn't pollution that's harming the environment. It's the impurities in our air and water that are doing it.

It isn't pollution that's harming the environment. It's the impurities in our air and water that are doing it.

If you don't know how to die, don't worry; Nature will tell you what to do on the spot, fully read more

If you don't know how to die, don't worry; Nature will tell you what to do on the spot, fully and adequately. She will do this job perfectly for you; don't bother your head about it.

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.

Poetry is a rich, full-bodied whistle, cracked ice crunching in pails, the night that numbs the leaf, the duel of read more

Poetry is a rich, full-bodied whistle, cracked ice crunching in pails, the night that numbs the leaf, the duel of two nightingales, the sweet pea that has run wild, Creation's tears in shoulder blades.