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I love to think of nature as an unlimited broadcasting station, through which God speaks to us every hour, if read more
I love to think of nature as an unlimited broadcasting station, through which God speaks to us every hour, if we will only tune in.
Such is the nature of men, that howsoever they may acknowledge many others to be more witty, or more eloquent, read more
Such is the nature of men, that howsoever they may acknowledge many others to be more witty, or more eloquent, or more learned; yet they will hardly believe there be many so wise as themselves.
Look at us, said the violets blooming at her feet, all last winter we slept in the seeming death but read more
Look at us, said the violets blooming at her feet, all last winter we slept in the seeming death but at the right time God awakened us, and here we are to comfort you.
I decided that if I could paint that flower in a huge scale, you could not ignore its beauty.
I decided that if I could paint that flower in a huge scale, you could not ignore its beauty.
We cannot command nature except by obeying her.
We cannot command nature except by obeying her.
That man's best works should be such bungling imitations of Nature's infinite perfection, matters not much; but that he should read more
That man's best works should be such bungling imitations of Nature's infinite perfection, matters not much; but that he should make himself an imitation, this is the fact which Nature moans over, and deprecates beseechingly. Be spontaneous, be truthful, be free, and thus be individuals! is the song she sings through warbling birds, and whispering pines, and roaring waves, and screeching winds.
A few minutes ago every tree was excited, bowing to the roaring storm, waving, swirling, tossing their branches in glorious read more
A few minutes ago every tree was excited, bowing to the roaring storm, waving, swirling, tossing their branches in glorious enthusiasm like worship. But though to the outer ear these trees are now silent, their songs never cease.
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.
