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Rich with the spoils of nature.
Rich with the spoils of nature.
How long can men thrive between walls of brick, walking on asphalt pavements, breathing the fumes of coal and of read more
How long can men thrive between walls of brick, walking on asphalt pavements, breathing the fumes of coal and of oil, growing, working, dying, with hardly a thought of wind, and sky, and fields of grain, seeing only machine-made beauty, the mineral-like quality of life?
Now nature is not at variance with art, nor art with nature; they
being both the servants of his read more
Now nature is not at variance with art, nor art with nature; they
being both the servants of his providence. Art is the perfection
of nature. Were the world now as it was the sixth day, there
were yet a chaos. Nature hath made one world, and art another.
In brief, all things are artificial; for nature is the art of
God.
Trees are the earth's endless effort to speak to the listening heaven.
Trees are the earth's endless effort to speak to the listening heaven.
A garden requires patient labor and attention. Plants do not grow merely to satisfy ambitions or to fulfill good intentions. read more
A garden requires patient labor and attention. Plants do not grow merely to satisfy ambitions or to fulfill good intentions. They thrive because someone expended effort on them.rn
Nature is full of infinite causes that have never occurred in experience.
Nature is full of infinite causes that have never occurred in experience.
We do not see nature with our eyes, but with our understandings and our hearts.
We do not see nature with our eyes, but with our understandings and our hearts.
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.
Summer makes me drowsy. Autumn makes me sing. Winter's pretty lousy, but I hate Spring.
Summer makes me drowsy. Autumn makes me sing. Winter's pretty lousy, but I hate Spring.
