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I walk without flinching through the burning cathedral of the summer. My bank of wild grass is majestic and full read more
I walk without flinching through the burning cathedral of the summer. My bank of wild grass is majestic and full of music. It is a fire that solitude presses against my lips.
I've made an odd discovery. Every time I talk to a savant I feel quite sure that happiness is no read more
I've made an odd discovery. Every time I talk to a savant I feel quite sure that happiness is no longer a possibility. Yet when I talk with my gardener, I'm convinced of the opposite.
The search for truth is in one way hard and in another way easy, for it is evident that no read more
The search for truth is in one way hard and in another way easy, for it is evident that no one can master it fully or miss it wholly. But each adds a little to our knowledge of nature, and from all the facts assembled there arises a certain grandeur.
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.
Go forth under the open sky, and list
To Nature's teachings.
Go forth under the open sky, and list
To Nature's teachings.
By reading the scriptures I am so renewed that all nature seems renewed around me and with me. The sky read more
By reading the scriptures I am so renewed that all nature seems renewed around me and with me. The sky seems to be a pure, a cooler blue, the trees a deeper green. The whole world is charged with the glory of God and I feel fire and music under my feet.
The clearest way into the universe is through a forest wilderness.
The clearest way into the universe is through a forest wilderness.
Just living is not enough... One must have sunshine, freedom, and a little flower.
Just living is not enough... One must have sunshine, freedom, and a little flower.
The grand show is eternal. It is always sunrise somewhere; the dew is never dried all at once; a shower read more
The grand show is eternal. It is always sunrise somewhere; the dew is never dried all at once; a shower is forever falling; vapor is ever rising. Eternal sunrise, eternal dawn and gloaming, on sea and continents and islands, each in its turn, as the round earth rolls.