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Nothing makes me so happy as to observe nature and to paint what I see.
Nothing makes me so happy as to observe nature and to paint what I see.
Rich with the spoils of nature.
Rich with the spoils of nature.
All things are artificial, for nature is the art of God.
All things are artificial, for nature is the art of God.
The best remedy for those who are afraid, lonely or unhappy is to go outside, somewhere where they can be read more
The best remedy for those who are afraid, lonely or unhappy is to go outside, somewhere where they can be quiet, alone with the heavens, nature and God. Because only then does one feel that all is as it should be and that God wishes to see people happy, amidst the simple beauty of nature. As long as this exists, and it certainly always will, I know that then there will always be comfort for every sorrow, whatever the circumstances may be. And I firmly believe that nature brings solace in all troubles.
Extremes in nature equal ends produce; In man they join to some mysterious use.
Extremes in nature equal ends produce; In man they join to some mysterious use.
For I have learned to look on nature, not as in the hour of thoughtless youth, but hearing oftentimes the read more
For I have learned to look on nature, not as in the hour of thoughtless youth, but hearing oftentimes the still, sad music of humanity.
Except during the nine months before he draws his first breath, no man manages his affairs as well as a read more
Except during the nine months before he draws his first breath, no man manages his affairs as well as a tree does.
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.
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.