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I am a part of all you see
In Nature: part of all you feel:
I am read more
I am a part of all you see
In Nature: part of all you feel:
I am the impact of the bee
Upon the blossom; in the tree
I am the sap--that shall reveal
The leaf, the bloom--that flows and flutes
Up from the darkness through its roots.
A man's interest in a single bluebird is worth more than a complete but dry list of the fauna and read more
A man's interest in a single bluebird is worth more than a complete but dry list of the fauna and flora of a town.
I have no enthusiasm for nature which the slightest chill will not instantly destroy.
I have no enthusiasm for nature which the slightest chill will not instantly destroy.
External nature is only internal nature writ large.
External nature is only internal nature writ large.
As for evolution, I have a hard time believing that billions of years ago two protozoan bumped into each other read more
As for evolution, I have a hard time believing that billions of years ago two protozoan bumped into each other under a volcanic cesspool and evolved into Cindy Crawford.
Nature is an endless combination and repetition of a very few laws. She hums the old well-known air through innumerable read more
Nature is an endless combination and repetition of a very few laws. She hums the old well-known air through innumerable variations.
Nature is a collective idea, and, though its essence exist in each individual of the species, can never in its read more
Nature is a collective idea, and, though its essence exist in each individual of the species, can never in its perfection inhabit a single object.
Fragments came floating into his mind like bits of wood drifting down a stream, and he fished them out and read more
Fragments came floating into his mind like bits of wood drifting down a stream, and he fished them out and fitted them together.
Once you have heard the lark, known the swish of feet through hill-top grass and smelt the earth made ready read more
Once you have heard the lark, known the swish of feet through hill-top grass and smelt the earth made ready for the seed, you are never again going to be fully happy about the cities and towns that man carries like a crippling weight upon his back.