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Never measure the height of a mountain until you have reached the top. Then you will see how low it read more
Never measure the height of a mountain until you have reached the top. Then you will see how low it was.
External nature is only internal nature writ large.
External nature is only internal nature writ large.
Constant dripping hollows out a stone.
Constant dripping hollows out a stone.
Plants are the young of the world, vessels of health and vigor; but they grope ever upward towards consciousness; the read more
Plants are the young of the world, vessels of health and vigor; but they grope ever upward towards consciousness; the trees are imperfect men, and seem to bemoan their imprisonment, rooted in the ground.
The course of Nature seems a course of Death,
And nothingness the whole substantial thing.
The course of Nature seems a course of Death,
And nothingness the whole substantial thing.
Climb the mountains and get their good tidings. Nature's peace will flow into you as sunshine flows into trees. The read more
Climb the mountains and get their good tidings. Nature's peace will flow into you as sunshine flows into trees. The winds will blow their own freshness into you, and the storms their energy, while cares will drop off like autumn leaves.
Rain! whose soft architectural hands have power to cut stones, and chisel to shapes of grandeur the very mountains.
Rain! whose soft architectural hands have power to cut stones, and chisel to shapes of grandeur the very mountains.
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.
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?
