At the close of the day, when the hamlet is still
And mortals the sweets of forgetfulness prove,
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At the close of the day, when the hamlet is still
And mortals the sweets of forgetfulness prove,
When nought but the torrent is heard on the hill
And nought but the nightingale's song in the grove.

When a man wantonly destroys one of the works of man we call him a vandal. When he destroys one read more

When a man wantonly destroys one of the works of man we call him a vandal. When he destroys one of the works of God we call him a sportsman.

It occurred to me that if this were a sight that could be seen only once in a century, this read more

It occurred to me that if this were a sight that could be seen only once in a century, this little headland would be thronged with spectators.

Man is the only animal that can remain on friendly terms with the victims he intends to eat until he read more

Man is the only animal that can remain on friendly terms with the victims he intends to eat until he eats them.

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.

Nature uses as little as possible of anything.

Nature uses as little as possible of anything.

Man is a blind, witless, low brow, anthropocentric clod who inflicts lesions upon the earth.

Man is a blind, witless, low brow, anthropocentric clod who inflicts lesions upon the earth.

Dreams come true; without that possibility, nature would not incite us to have them.

Dreams come true; without that possibility, nature would not incite us to have them.

If the path be beautiful, let us not ask where it leads.

If the path be beautiful, let us not ask where it leads.