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A perfect summer day is when the sun is shining, the breeze is blowing, the birds are singing, and the read more
A perfect summer day is when the sun is shining, the breeze is blowing, the birds are singing, and the lawn mower is broken.
He who has so little knowledge of human nature as to seek happiness by changing anything but his own disposition read more
He who has so little knowledge of human nature as to seek happiness by changing anything but his own disposition will waste his life away in fruitless efforts.
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.
Break open a cherry tree and there are no flowers, but the spring breeze brings forth myriad blossoms.
Break open a cherry tree and there are no flowers, but the spring breeze brings forth myriad blossoms.
Occurrences in this domain are beyond the reach of exact prediction because of the variety of factors in operation, not read more
Occurrences in this domain are beyond the reach of exact prediction because of the variety of factors in operation, not because of any lack of order in nature.
Knowing trees, I understand the meaning of patience. Knowing grass, I can appreciate persistence.
Knowing trees, I understand the meaning of patience. Knowing grass, I can appreciate persistence.
Worlds can be found by a child and an adult bending down and looking together under the grass stems or read more
Worlds can be found by a child and an adult bending down and looking together under the grass stems or at the skittering crabs in a tidal pool.
The poetry of the earth is never dead.
The poetry of the earth is never dead.
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?
