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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.
To the artist there is never anything ugly in nature.
To the artist there is never anything ugly in nature.
To pay homage to beauty is to admire Nature; to admire Nature is to worship God
To pay homage to beauty is to admire Nature; to admire Nature is to worship God
Who loves a garden loves a greenhouse too.
Who loves a garden loves a greenhouse too.
Nature does nothing without purpose or uselessly.
Nature does nothing without purpose or uselessly.
Wherever you go, no matter what the weather, always bring your own sunshine.
Wherever you go, no matter what the weather, always bring your own sunshine.
Things perfected by nature are better than those finished by art.
[Lat., Meliora sunt ea quae natura quam illa read more
Things perfected by nature are better than those finished by art.
[Lat., Meliora sunt ea quae natura quam illa quae arte perfecta
sunt.]
It's hard for the modern generation to understand Thoreau, who lived beside a pond but didn't own water skis or read more
It's hard for the modern generation to understand Thoreau, who lived beside a pond but didn't own water skis or a snorkel.
All things are artificial, for nature is the art of God.
All things are artificial, for nature is the art of God.
